I would rather be doing literally anything else right now.
I’ve run Andres for the past couple nights while my parents have been away. For the most part, I’m used to it. I’ve been working here ever since I was a kid–even though I’m sure some sort of laws were broken by having me do so.
Usually, it’s a fairly chill bar. Yes, it gets busy since it’s one of the only bars in town, but it’s normally not crazy. Tonight is a whole other story, though. There’s a UFC fight on Pay-Per-View that my parents got, and this place is packed.
Not only is it packed, but do you know whatwatchingpeople fight does to guys? It makesthemwant to fight too.
I’m behind the bar, helping the bartenders however I can and trying to keep the peace amongst the patrons.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see a text from Beau.
How’s everything going?
A little crazy, but it’s alright.
Need some reinforcements?
I smile because it’s cute how he worries.
No, that’s okay. Enjoy the quiet for a little while. I’ll see you when I’m done here. :)
Even though Leah and the girls haven’t been contagious for over a week, I’ve still been staying with Beau. I love my brother and appreciate all he’s done for me, but I know having me there was an imposition. Maybe it is for Beau too. At least with him, I can get naked, and it seems to make it a little less of an imposition.
As I’m washing out some glasses, I hear a couple of guys over by the pool tables starting to get loud. And this isn’t normal loud. This isangryloud.
“You want to go, man? I’ll kick your ass right here!” One of them shouts.
“Let’s go, bro!”
Good lord, they can’t think of anything better?
I’ve already told these guys to quiet down once, or I was going to have to ask them to leave. I guess they don’t remember that conversation from no more than twenty minutes ago.
When one of them physically pushes the other, I’ve seen enough. Grabbing the large baseball bat that’s housed behind the bar, I rush over to where they’re standing.
“Hey!” I shout. “What the fuck did we just talk about?”
Neither one of them seems to pay me any attention. When I step right in between the two of them, they’re still trying to push each other but are pushing me instead.
“Knock it off!” I scream, but once again, nothing.
As loud as I possibly can, I yell, “Motherfuckers!”
That gets them to both stop and look at me.
“I’m tired of your bullshit! Get the fuck out of the bar!”
As though the alcohol has made them even braver, one of them looks from me and down to the bat.
“And what are you going to do about it if we don’t? I highly doubt you’re going to hit us with that bat.”
“Do you want to fucking bet?” I ask. “You know what? I’ve got an even better idea.”
Turning on my heel, I walk out to the parking lot. The crowd of people that was watching inside has now followed us. I start walking the rows of cars, slowly and methodically.
When I get to a jacked-up pick up truck, one of them shouts, “What the fuck are you doing by my truck?”
Man, he fell right into that one.
