Chapter 12
***Casey***
“Casey, darlin’, how ’bout another one?”
With a smile, I look up from wiping down the bar. “Anything
for you, Jeff.”
I grab a Budweiser and add it to his tab. Carlene slips by
me with her tray and begins loading it up.
“Two Buds, a Sam Adams, and a whiskey for nine,” she says
hurriedly.
“Got it.”
I take a few seconds to look around the room. This was a
great idea. Rusty, the owner of The Round-up, wasn’t too keen on it initially,
but now he’s walking around with a huge grin and greeting customers. This is
the busiest the bar’s been since I started working here a month ago.
“Casey! Another round!” Carson shouts from his table.
“Comin’ up.”
I pour six shots of tequila and hustle them over to him and
his friends. As I pass table five, I do a little spin to avoid Cliff and his
wayward hands. He’s always trying to grab my ass.
“You’re not driving tonight, are you, boys?” I ask.
They all look at me with huge grins and glazed over eyes.
“No, ma’am,” Carson answers.
“Well, just let me know if you need help gettin’ home.”
“Sure thing.”
As I turn to head back to the bar, a strange shiver runs
down my spine, and an unknown force draws my attention to the right. That’s
when I notice the three men standing at the door.