The Fox And Her Bear (Mating Call Dating Agency, #2)
““But hey, I’m not gonna make you waste a drink.” He sighed, took a swig of water, and sat back down to let his fingers bounce over the keys for a second.
“You still good?” Tenner, the bartender named after his favorite tip, looked in Dawson’s direction. “Seems like after about twelve of those, you wouldn’t be able to tickle them keys the way you do.” “Nah, just gets me ready. Anyway, I’d be surprised if more than ten people showed up tonight.” “It’s Saturday, and this is one of four bars in White Creek. Where else are they going?” Dawson shrugged. “I dunno, heard something about a fight in one of those towns down the road. Archer Park, Holton, one of those.” “Cock fight? I thought those were illegal.” Tenner took a rag off the bar top and used it to scrub the last of the wet beer mugs to a fine sheen before he slung it up onto the hook over his head.
“Man fight. You know, when a couple shifters hammer at each other for a while, one of them gets a concussion and the other one goes and ...gets drunk.” Tenner grunted.MoreLess
“You still good?” Tenner, the bartender named after his favorite tip, looked in Dawson’s direction. “Seems like after about twelve of those, you wouldn’t be able to tickle them keys the way you do.” “Nah, just gets me ready. Anyway, I’d be surprised if more than ten people showed up tonight.” “It’s Saturday, and this is one of four bars in White Creek. Where else are they going?” Dawson shrugged. “I dunno, heard something about a fight in one of those towns down the road. Archer Park, Holton, one of those.” “Cock fight? I thought those were illegal.” Tenner took a rag off the bar top and used it to scrub the last of the wet beer mugs to a fine sheen before he slung it up onto the hook over his head.
“Man fight. You know, when a couple shifters hammer at each other for a while, one of them gets a concussion and the other one goes and ...gets drunk.” Tenner grunted.MoreLess
Write Review:
User Reviews: