THE LOST CAUSE BAR #wattys2017

Chapter 7

                 

I am officially the owner of The LCB and I have one week to get this – scatter papers, over flowing filing cabinets with unorganized papers.- mess into something that resembles an office.

            The account records and bank statements looked reasonable for now , with time I'll make improvements and changes but for now its ok.

Another stack of paper on the desk to move out to the empty bar. I sigh how many does that make now . . . . 8,9. I don't care right now. I just want this organized.

            The soft rustling of paper in a corner interrupts my thoughts. I look closer and see a long hairless tail.

            I scream and run out of the office and into the bar only to run into a wall. A wall that I am certain was not there when I walker in this morning.

            It's a damp heated wall with arms that have hands on me bracing me so I don't fall.  So, not a wall at all but then who?

            Hopefully, Sawyer or maybe the flirty bartender, whose name I have yet  to learn, but if it is  . . .  Devin, I shiver at just the thought of his name, then I will change the locks.

            I take a breath while looking down at the hands currently wrapped around my hips, it is vaguely familiar so I turn around.

            "Thank goodness its you." I say in relief when I see Sawyer. "Please tell me you have a shovel or something with a long handle and sharp edge. There is a rat in my office that needs killing."

            "Damn I don't know how he got here before me I left him in my dust. I'll go get him out but I don't think we need to go as far as killing him . . . . . yet."

            My brows furrow at his words. Who did he beat here and why wouldn't he want to kill the vermin in my office.

            Little nails can be heard on the hardwood floors. I see it's nose and squeal before jumping and climbing Sawyer.

            "Delaney, you weren't talking about Devin when you said rat, were you?"

            "No but now that you say that It might make a good nickname." More scurrying noises fill the bar, "But right now would be a really good time for a shovel." My high picthed scream fills the main room.        

            "Get the rat, please." I beg as he sets me down on the bar, away from the rat.

            "Hey you down have to talk about me like that." A deep voice states from the front door.

            Without turning around Sawyer responses, "Not you Dev. But get me the hoe from the bed of my  truck. There's trouble a foot."