AllFreeNovel
Share Us
David swiveled his head at her words.
“Very funny,” Evan said to her. “No, I wasn’t hitting on him. Not yet, anyway. He’s only had two drinks.”
She gave a short nod in David’s direction. “I hate to rain on your parade, Evan, but this one looks straight.”
“Nobody’s one hundred percent straight,” he countered.
She shook her head with amusement, then started relaying a drink order to Evan, who immediately began to fill it. When he was done, the waitress took the tray of drinks and left.
David squinted at Evan. “Why would she think you were hitting on me?”
Evan shrugged. “Because she knows me well and knows I’d be tempted to.”
“Are you gay?”
“I’m bi-sexual, but I lean gay.”
“You lean gay?”
“Yeah. So, it breaks down to like, forty-five percent straight and fifty-five percent gay.”
“Why not just call it an even fifty-fifty split?”
“Because the only person I’ve ever truly been in love with was a man, so I figure I’m a little more gay than straight.”
“Oh. All right.”
“And the fifty-five percent of me that’s gay would totally hit on you if you swung that way. Because you’re pretty much my type.”
“I am?”
“Yeah.” Evan grinned. “You’re hot.”
“Thank you, I think. I’ve never had a guy tell me I’m hot before.”
“Well, now you have. You’re welcome.”
Just then, one of the bar patrons from the other end of the bar came over and slid a business card across the bar to Evan, who took it with a smile and a flirty, “Thanks.”
In response to David’s raised eyebrow, Evan told him, “It’s not what you think.”
“Then what is it?”
“The three of us—me, Everett, and Evelyn—work outrageously brutal hours here, so we came up with a contest. We collect business cards from patrons, write our names on the back—” he broke off to do just that, then said, “—and we put it in here—” before leaning over to drop it into a large glass bowl next to the cash register. “And once a month we pick a card. The person whose card gets picked receives a free drink, and whichever one of us has our name on the back gets two extra days off the following month and the two losers then have to work an extra day, which basically makes those days off worth more than gold.”
“So, how often do you win?”
“Not often enough.” Evan made a sound of despair. “And I really need those days off next month, because I have tickets to a hockey game.”
“You should dig out some of the cards with her name on the back and toss them in the garbage,” a woman said as she climbed onto the barstool next to David, having obviously overheard some of their conversation.
David glanced over at the woman, taking in her light brown hair, blue eyes, and lean body, then immediately looked away because he was married—
No, actually, he wasn’t.
He turned back to her, just in time to see her pick up his glass and raise it to her nose, giving the inside of it a quick sniff. “I’ll have one of whatever this was,” she told Evan and then nodded toward David. “And it looks like he needs another one,” she added.
Evan raised his eyebrows at David for confirmation, which David gave him with a quick nod.
