Chapter 7
Dave glanced at the clock over the bar for what seemed like the hundredth time. Fifteen minutes after eleven. Would this damn night ever end?
At the other end of the bar, Ivan mixed a drink. Originally from Russia, Ivan had hair the color of sable, and it went to about the middle of his back. Tonight, as usual, he had it pulled back with a rubber band.
Dave had known Ivan for about five years now. Prior to Ivan working at the bar, they’d been friends with benefits. They were friends still, but without the benefits. Things went smoother between them without the addition of s*x.
Ivan glanced his way, placed the drink in front of the customer, and walked along the bar toward him. “If you want to take off, I’m sure Louise and I can manage this crowd.” He gestured with his shoulde
