Den shrugged but he glanced over at me. “You think you can get Uncle Trig to teach me a choke hold?”
“Maybe? Although that’s a big one.” I poured myself a drink. “Maybe I can pull some strings if you ace your report card.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Bed,” Vib ordered, and they both hopped off the stools, waving goodbye. “Thanks, Tess. Sorry. The night got away from me.”
None of my business.
“They were easy.”
“No,” she laughed a little, “they aren’t, so…thanks.”
Just as my shift was over, someone I hadn’t met yet slid up to the bar.
“Whiskey.” He tossed a fifty at me, which was confusing because he had the skull.
I pushed the bill aside and poured him a double.
He looked to be late thirties, although the lines around his eyes aged him a few more years.
“Rough night?” I was bored
