Scott leaned on the bar, watching as Joe wiped down tables and carried glasses back to the kitchen, the brunet coming back behind the bar and staring at Scott, his blue eyes holding an ice storm and his lips twisted, he looked attractive in an angry way.
"Closing time Scott"
"Lemme give you protection"
Joe scoffed, "and what? pay you a ridiculous amount of money? no thanks"
"I don't want that from you"
"I'm not a hooker Scott"
The blond rolled his eyes, "No, I protect you and your bar from whoever or whatever and you give me your number".
Joe raised his eyebrow, "Catch?"
"None"
Joe's nostrils flared, "Come back tomorrow, I'll have my choice by then"
"This is a now deal"
"And I'm making it tomorrow" Joe snarked before heading back to the kitchen, Scott watching him leave before leaving himself.
He'd be back tomorrow.
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Eyes of Liquor.
General FictionWhat's a mafia boss to do when he falls in love with a: A) Flirty Lounge singer B) Snarky Bartender C) Fraidy Cat Poet
