Isidro isn’t doing great, and he keeps asking for you. We don’t mean to impose, but can he sleep in your bed tonight?
Biting my lip, I decide to agree. I’ll have to explain the pivot to Syrus.
Me:
Yes, of course. I may have an extra body in my bed. Is Isidro alright with Syrus coming to cuddle?
When did my dating life get so complicated?
Kyren
Yeah, he’ll be okay with that. He’s running really warm tonight. The meds are fighting his natural instincts. Can we crash in another room?
I’ve always been very territorial about my house, but I offered to open it up to them.
Me
Yes. Gotta run, but I’ll see you later.
Picking up a glass, I pour the beer I owe the gentleman in front of me, apologizing for the wait.
“No worries. It’s Halloween. I figured the wait would be longer. Keep the change,” he says, pushing way too much money in my direction. The masks are messing with my ability to tell people apart, but I can tell he isn’t an alpha.
Nodding in acceptance, I take the money, and put the rest in the tip jar. I plan to split up the money amongst the staff tonight,since I’m already on my second jar. I don’t need the tips, but I want to spoil the people who showed up without complaint, knowing it would be a wilder night.
Before I know it, we’re closing up, and my staff is already trying to kick me out.
“Can’t I help?” I ask, looking around. The place is kind of wrecked.
“Nope,” Felix says. “Syrus is outside already. Take off, boss.”
“Ugh, you all are too good to me,” I mutter, emptying the now three tip jars and counting out the money before dividing it up. “Happy post Halloween, everyone. We survived. Please grab your cut and be safe getting home.”
“Ah, that’s your tip money, boss,” Maura says with wide eyes. “I thought I made out well, but people threw money at you.”
“Just like a stripper,” I snort, feeling a bit giddy. “People had a good time, and tipped accordingly. If someone had to leave but worked tonight, make sure they get their money, please.”
There’s eight hundred dollars on the bar split up amongst the people closing down the bar, along with a pile for Briar that someone will make sure she gets.
“How much is there?” Emmett asks, eyes shocked as he stares at the bar with all of its tidy stacks.
“Eight hundred dollars,” I smirk. “The wind will make a mess of all my hard work if you don’t get it distributed.”
“You’re insane,” he sighs, but he walks up to the bar and begins to hand out the money. “I’ll make sure this gets to Briar, Silva.”
“Thank you,” I say, pulling on my coat, scarf, and gloves. “Alright, I’m out. Night everyone.”
Walking across the room, I push the door open, knowing I’m leaving everyone in shock. I left a hundred and sixty dollars per person exactly.
The truth is that I don’t believe in waiting until Christmas to do nice things for people, and I don’t need the tip money. There was once a time that I couldn’t dream of being this generous.
Every penny counted before, but that’s not my reality anymore. It’s also not affecting anyone else who owns the club, because they’re my tips to do with what I wish. It’s honestly a win-win situation for everyone.
As I see Syrus get out of his vehicle, I stumble, realizing that I forgot to tell him about our latest development.
“Hey, Spitfire,” he says, opening his arms for me to walk into.
Breathing his scent in deeply, I hug him tightly.
