me & tomfoolery

Privacy pt. 2 | Jayson Tatum Story

Reagan barely made it out the club before the police arrived to handle a dispute outside and two inside. She shook her head at the madness that ensued. It was truly embarrassing. She was one of the few people advised to stay inside during the line of questioning.

Jayson rubbed his temples as Al spoke to the officers. He was a hot head and it was in his best interest to to sit down and keep his composure. Reagan wanted to go home and if she could convince the police that things were settled, she would.

"Officers. I think everything here has died down. Most of the patrons have made their way out, and willingly might I add. It would be in the best interest to let the owners clear the rest of the guests out so that you and your fellow men and blue could go home."

It seemed to work and it was nothing short of appreciated by Al. Jayson on the other hand had a chip on his shoulder to the whole situation.

"Thank you." Al kissed her on both cheeks, "I'm going to get the people out and we'll talk in the morning Tate." Jayson nodded, not having much to say. Al began clearing house and that left Reagan and Jayson in their respective spaces.

"You gonna say anything?"

"Like what?" He asked before standing up to walk past her. "Umm, how about thank you? I didn't have to save your ass." She huffed. Reagan hated a rude ass man.

"You saved Al, not me. Goodnight." He brushed past her leaving the woman in shock.

"Fucking asshole."

••••

"What the fuck was last night?" Jayson's voice boomed through the space.

It was a mandatory staff meeting at 10 am on the main floor of Clover. Jayson was baffled at the display of his team on a big night. He didn't conduct business that way and they knew that.

"Somebody speak up."

"That bitch put her hands on my money!" The dancer known as Madonna yelled, again getting out of character.

"Faith, did you touch that woman's money?" Jayson asked turning to one of his long running dancers. Faith wasn't the best at her job because she was lazy but she showed up everyday, "That shit was in my way, so I moved it over."

Pinching the bridge of his nose he sighed, "Y'all fucking up my money over petty shit? Are y'all serious?"

"Umm boss..."
"What is it now Mel?" He turned to wondering what on earth could it be now.

"Shipment of liq not in the spot it's supposed to be." Jayson had enough. "Everyone who's not needed go the fuck home and check back in at 5 tonight."

His strides past Mel were intense as he walked into the direction of where their loading dock was. He looked there first seeing people loading and unloading as planned. The spot where the new shipment was, indeed empty.

"You gotta be kidding me." He rubbed his hand over his face trying to understand why this weekend of all weekends had the worst luck. The location was called Clover, not Shroom. "It was here yesterday?"

"No, that's the problem. It was projected for.." She scrambled to look through the paperwork as his stare became too intense. "Two days ago."

"How the fuck? You know what... figure out where it is. I have to find something for us in the meantime."

The last time Jayson had this issue, it was early in Clover's installment. He would have to run to local spirits stores and distributors to rack up on what was needed for the weekend. Al stepped in and pointed him into the importing business and Jayson never looked back. The issue was, their latest distributor was no longer worth shit.