Page 22 of Bleed Me

Grey eyes observed the full shot sitting in front of me. The one I had been preferring because it tasted like a desert.

Well, it was nice meeting everyone. I must prepare to die now.

“Why is my Prospect drinking a Slippery Dick?”

Goodbye, everyone—Wait. What?

The place exploded in laughter!

Possibly cross-eyed, I peered around. “Whaaaat? Youuuu guys beeeeen setting me’yup?”

The President tenderly took the bartender’s face in his hands. “Babe. Really? You pussin’ out my new Prospect?”

A huge smile crossed her face. “Everyone can be bought. I got five-hundred in my back pocket.”

His head leaned back and roared his laughter. “We need to toughen him up!”

At this very moment, I felt it best to fall off my stool.

Bahahahaha… roared every male and female in the building.

“What’d I miss?” asked another man as he entered through the swinging kitchen doors.

I could only see his biker boots, of course, seeing how I was now flat on my back, trying to decide where to puke.

The biker boots walked toward me. Then stopped. A man that was more my height and a little younger, with dark, closely shaved hair, squatted next to me. My stomach rolled as he held up his hand. “Kid, how many fingers d’ya see?”

Bluahhhhhh…went my vomit.

Over all the laughter… “Jesus. Christ,” sneered the man as he stared at his now soaked boots.

Yep. There’s good.