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Case Name: You Got My Head Spinning (end.)
"Hey! I'm gonna need two buckets of beer for table 6!"
"I gotcha Jeri!"
Tonight it was Jericho and I, and boy was it busy. Saturday nights are always busy.
With classic rock blaring from the speakers and loads of people in all directions of the bar, we were swamped.
As I worked on slinging six beers in each bucket filled with ice, I could feel the shirt on my back cling against my skin from how hot I was. But that didn't slow me down.
I grab the handles for each bucket, pull them up with a bit of a grunt only to slam them down onto the counter.
"Two buckets of beer!" I called out.
Jericho was there in a second grabbing them with a quick wink. I sigh and smile while pressing my hands on the bar.
"Busy night."
I glance to the side and give the man who asked this a bit of a smile.
"Yeah, weekends are always busy."
He pointed the top of his beer bottle towards me in a bit of a salute before taking a swig.
The man looked familiar but I couldn't quite understand from where. The town wasn't big but big enough that I didn't really know everyone unless they were friends with my uncle or auntie.
"You don't recognize me, do you?" He asked.
"I wish I could say that I do."
He holds his hand out to me and I take it politely.
"Names Skeemo."
I ran the name through my head a few times, thinking of it as we released our handshake. And then it dawns on me.
"Oh!" I snapped my fingers at him. "You used to hang out with my uncle."
"Yeah!" The man laughed, he looked a little strung out. "Danny boy. I miss him." He took another swig of his beer then licked his lips.
"How is he?"
I press my lips together and sigh through my nose before looking around the hustle and bustle. I press my hands to my hips before hanging my head.
"Well," I press my hand to my lips and wipe at them, my fingers pulling on my lower lip. "I had to bury him a year ago. Brain cancer."
Skeemo's eyes widened. "No way. I'm sorry Y/n."
I wave him off and laugh. Yeah it hurt talking about it but I guess if Skeemo didn't know then it was alright.
"Don't worry about it. I've come to terms with it."
"And how's his wife?"
"Auntie Haven? Oh she moved to Colorado a few months after his death. Took the kiddos with her."
He nodded his head before looking away at the crowd. "Good. Good."
The silence grew awkward but thankfully a new customer pulled me away. After that, I didn't see Skeemo again for a while.
"Y/n! Come play darts with us!"
I slide a beer over to the customer only to look up and see a group of girls and a guy holding their drinks and darts in their hands.
"I can't, guys! Gotta man the bar!" I say with an apologetic smile.
They wave me off and groan before turning back to face the dart board.
