“Yeah, yeah.” I placed Old Jack’s pint in front of him and held out my hand. “Come on. Your tab is at the limit, and if you’re to be believed, you got paid on Friday.”He grinned, crow’s-feet appearing by his eyes, and dug into his pocket. He pulled out his wallet and dumped Six Hundred Dollars on the bar top. “Here you go, darlin’. That’ll keep Donny off your back.”“Thank you.” I swept the bills up and rang it up on the register. “Now you’re clean again.”“Ready to start the next one,” he chuckled, taking a long drink from his pint.I rolled my eyes and walked to the middle of the bar to serve the people waiting. Friday nights were always hell, especially around late hours. Everyone’s done with dinner and they’ve decided that, instead of staying in their pretty, little restaurant, they’ll hit the bars.The sudden rush ease
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