Part 23
   Run For Comfort


  As I approached
The King of Klubs
Ben was standing post at the entrance.

He asked,
" Hey you, what you doing walking all alone in the dark?"

I said,
" Can't sleep! What are you still doing here? Thought it was only for the big shindig."

He said,
" It was, but Sam made me an offer I couldn't refuse."

I said rather sarcastically,
" What, lower pay?"

I laughed, but in all seriousness, Sam really isn't a tight wad.

I added,
" Seriously though, what did he offer?"

He said,
" Nothing big, just a little more than I was making, but it was the low key setting that got me."

I couldn't agree more.

I said,
"Yea, it is a chill kinda spot."

  Ben wasn't much of a talker, and neither was I.
So before the silence got uncomfortable, I decided to go get my drink on.

I said,
" Well Ben, I'm gonna leave you, cuz I needs me a drink."

I went inside, and was really glad to see that Jack was working tonight.
I'm guessing Wanda took the night off.

She did the Monday through Thursday shifts. Where as Mina, Jack, and myself did the weekend.

Wanda preferred the weekdays because she said it was a hassle serving and cleaning up after a bunch of drunk fucktards.
I thought it was hilarious when she said this.

Wanda is what they call an acquired taste, and I would have to be in a really great mood to tolerate her personality.
Tonight just wasn't the night to take her crued forwardness.

I sometimes have the mouth of a sailor, but Wanda's isn't just profane, she's down right obscene.
Which is why I'm glad that Jack is here.

I sat my ass at the bar, as Jack walked towards me.

He asked,
" What can I get you beautiful?"

I said,
" Crown, straight up."

Jack had a crooked smile that I thought was adorable, but I would never tell him.

He said,
" You got it!"

He was good looking in a bad boy sorta way, and certainly my type of exercise.
Well he would be if I had a type.

Who am I kidding, the only type of exercise I've been interested in is the hard core workouts I've had with Dominik.

  Although I did notice some similarities in those two, but in many many ways they were different. Aside from the whole demon thing, I'm sure there are some things they have in common.
I think!

Jack is lean, and pretty close in height. His body is definitely fit, but not bulky like Ben. His muscles flex when he lifts heavy things, or . . .
  When I watch him wipe the bar down, and his bicep protrudes from his shirt.

However, Jack did have something I loved seeing on a man.
He had a goatee, and body art.
Jack is a dish I'd like to order right about now.

The thought made me smile, and a heated blush rushed straight to my face.
I lowered my head hoping he didn't see that.

A few regulars were hanging at the bar as usual, but for the most part the place was quiet.

  After a few drinks,
I finally was able to unwind. I didn't want to go just yet, but I knew that it wouldn't be wise to walk if I stayed till closing. I debated whether I should bounce now, or....

  Sam came in through the back door carrying a couple of cases.
He was surprised to see me sitting here.

He said,
" Hey, my favorite eye candy. What brings you in on your night off?"

I wondered if Sam noticed my annoyed expression, Jack did.

I said,
" Sam, how many times do I have to remind you? You're my boss, it's not appropriate to call me your eye candy, cotton candy, or anything else that causes cavities!"

  Jack looked at Sam and shook his head

Sam chuckled then said,
" So sweet cheeks is out of the question, huh. Shannon, you're sitting at the bar having drinks. Which makes you a customer,...