Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 21
As I pulled into the bar's parking lot, I noticed there were more vehicles than usual. Hopefully, that would make my ten-hour shift go faster. Not that I didn't like my job, I just really hated slow nights. I started bartending because I felt that was about as far away from a kindergarten teacher as I could get, especially since I wasn't about to strip or be a hooker. I wasn't knocking the women who did those jobs, they just weren't for me. I had thought I would truly hate tending bar, instead I loved it.
I enjoyed talking to people and it's true what they say, people tell bartenders shit they normally wouldn't tell others. Alcohol made a great truth serum. Generally, a drunk person had no filter and would tell you exactly what was on their mind and how they felt about things. Besides all that, some drunks were funny as hell and I've had many good laughs over the years.
What I hated the most though was a mean drunk. That's when I was glad I had my guns strapped to me. I've had to pull one several times, and actually shot once, but it was just through the floor. I told the guy the next shot was going into his leg if he didn't leave, needless to say, he left. I had been afraid he might have stuck around and waited on me to get off work so he could apply a little pay back; but luckily he hadn't, although I kept my gun out when I walked out to my bike, not putting it in its holster until I was ready to ride.
It was three-thirty p.m. when I walked in the door, Rick looked busy. There were about eight customers at the bar and over three quarters of the tables were full. I walked behind the bar and stored my helmet under it, nodded at Rick and made my way down the hall to let Macky know I was here.
I stuck my head around the kitchen door, “Hey, Macky. Just letting you know I'm here.”
“Come in, hon. I need to talk to you,” Macky said as he took up a basket of fries.
The menu here was very simple. Macky served hamburgers and fries, that was it. If you wanted cheese on your burger, you could get that, otherwise he said if people wanted to eat something else, then they could go elsewhere. He ran a bar, not a fucking restaurant.
I walked completely into the kitchen, wondering if I had done something wrong that I was unaware of. I didn't lie, cheat or steal, and, as far as I knew, I hadn't pissed off a customer, so I wasn't sure what was up.
“What's up, Macky?”
“Want a burger and fries?” he asked as he slapped pickles, lettuce and tomato on a plate besides the cheeseburger on the bun. Next, he scooped up a huge amount of fries and put them onto the plate and added packets of condiments. He then slid it to the side and started on another plate.
“Nah, not right now Macky. Later this evening I'll want one. Were you needing anything else?”
“Yeah, kid. Wanted to let you know I'm selling the bar,” His face was sad as he made the comment.
“You're selling the bar, really? Something wrong?”
He sighed heavily and took a deep breath, “Doc said my ticker is bad and I need to destress my life. So, I decided to sell the bar and go live closer to my daughter and grandkids.”
“Hate to hear that, Macky. You take care of you, understand? I know the bar is your baby, but your life is more important.”
“Yeah, that's what my daughter said. Not sure if being around the grandkids is gonna destress me though.”
I laughed lightly, I'd only met his grandkids once and they were hellions.
“Do I need to start looking for another job, Macky?”
“Nah, hon. For now, you don't. Before I officially put it up for sale, I have a party that might want to buy the bar. If they do, I'm pretty sure they'll keep you on.”
“Really? Who is it?”
“Not at liberty to say right now, hon, sorry.”
I nodded at him. When someone told you it was basically none of your business, the only thing you could do was agree and move on with things.
“Well, let me know which way the wind is going to blow.”
“Will do, hon.”
“I'm gonna run to the restroom before I start work. If you need me for anything just holler.”
“Alright hon, go on and get out of here.”
As I walked back toward the bar after using the restroom, I noticed business was really hopping now. Rick was looking a little frazzled.
“Ready for some help?” I asked him as I tied an apron on around my waist.
“Fuck, yes. It's getting insane. Where the hell are all these people coming from anyway?” he muttered.
I laughed at him and waded into the fray. About three and a half hours later, I finally had a chance to catch my breath. A fucking softball tournament was going on this weekend in Rogers and apparently the majority of the teams arrived today to have a day to settle in before their games began on Friday. Someone had told them the place to get a hamburger was The Watering Hole. Apparently, they all agreed it was, because people had steadily kept coming into the bar for over three hours straight.
As I reached under the bar to grab a bottle of water, I glanced at the clock on the