Page 13 of Christmas D*ck

“Very well.” He gave us each a cheerful nod and then turned away.

“Hopefully this year’s bonus will be like last year’s,” Kaci said.

“If profit has anything to do with it, it’ll be the same,” I said. “This year was a mirror image.”

She crossed her fingers. “Fingers crossed.”

The year was good for the company, but another ho-hum twelve months for me. It seemed each year that time simply passed, and I made no progress in life. I smiled and crossed my fingers in return.

“Here’s hoping two thousand eighteen is better than two thousand seventeen,” I said.

“Let’s have one more shot, and then grab their beers.”

One more shot couldn’t hurt matters, so I agreed. It needed to be something other than tequila, though. Before I could make a suggestion, Kaci barked out her order.

“Patron,” she said. “Two more. And, two Bud’s and two glasses of Moscato.”

“Two shots of Patron, two Budweiser’s, and two Moscato’s coming right up,” the bartender chimed.

If things got weird, it really wouldn’t matter. After three shots of tequila, I suspected discerning weird from normal would be impossible. If that were the case, it was exactly what I needed to make it through the rest of the night.