The sound of the first performer taking the stage—a duo of singers it sounded like—carried to the back when he went to clean up in the staff bathroom and got changed. Denny should be there soon with whatever he had found. Hopefully more fans, at least. If not, they’d just have to suffer and lower the price of beer for the evening.
Josiah got back to the bar and told Yolanda that they needed to keep an eye on the temperature and the beer price just in case. She nodded, then did a double take on what he was wearing.
“What?”
“That’s just….” Then she let out a burst of laughter and gestured at her sister. “Drea, take a look at this.”
Drea came around the bar and giggled. “Oh boy, Denny will be in so much trouble.”
Josiah frowned. “What? Why?” He looked at his tank top and gym shorts that were, if not professional, then at least cool. “I don’t—”
The swinging door opened and Denny peered in. “Hey guys, I have—” He gave Josiah elevator eyes, swallowed hard, shook his head and then called over the music “I need a hand.”
“Okay!” Josiah yelled back over the crescendo of the duo on stage. “Be right there!”
Denny, without making eye contact, slipped back through the door and Josiah blinked in confusion.
“What the fuck is going on right now?” he asked out loud, although quietly enough for nobody to hear.
It seemed like Drea knew what he was saying though, because she let out another peal of laughter and shook her head, then gestured for him to follow Denny.
