balls! All right, tough guy. Bouncer it is. Think you can handle that?”
Snod blinked. “What?”
“It’s easy, darling,” Rees snorted. “I point at people, you make them go bye-bye.”
“He means make them leave the bar,” Frankie quickly clarified.
“Be here every day at six, I’ll get you up to speed,” Rees went on with a smirk. “I’ll pay you fifty
bucks a night, plus a small cut of the tips if you do a good job and keep my staff safe and happy.
Fair?”
Snod honestly had no idea if that was good or not. He looked to Frankie expectantly, finding an
encouraging smile. He nodded, replying, “Yes, I accept your offer.”
“Good, you can start right now,” Rees chuckled, pointing at one of the broken chairs. “Carry that
piece of shit out back to the dumpster.”
“How is that bouncing?” Snod scoffed.
“I’m pointing at something and you’re making it leave,” Rees said slowly. “Come on, sweet thing. I’m
an old fuckin’ man in stilettos with a bad back. Go move the damn chair.”
Snod growled, but got up, hating how his jeans stuck slightly to the unknown mess left on the barstool.
He walked over to the chair, dragging it toward the rear exit of the club.
“Wait!” Frankie blinked over to hold the door for him, explaining, “If you let it shut, you’ll be locked
outside. It’s broken. Well, kinda like everything else around here—”
“Why did you, you just—!” Snod stammered, staring at Frankie and glancing back at Rees who had
clearly seen him move supernaturally fast. “You just revealed yourself as an unholy creature of Satan
to that man!”
“Hey, sweet thing,” Rees drawled. “I’ve known he was unholy since the fucking eighties and I’m not
exactly pure myself. Ahem.”
Lost for a reply, Snod took the chair over to the closest dumpster and tossed it in. He stomped back
toward Frankie, who was still patiently holding the door open for him, demanding sharply, “He
knows?”
“Yes, he knows,” Frankie soothed. “He’s a very old friend, he’s not—”
“You’re so stupid!” Snod groaned as he walked back inside. “How many people know you’re a
vampire?”
“Just Rees and Lorenzo,” Frankie protested. “And I think Rees’ wife. Well, ex-wife now. And you, of
