Peppermint
“When did this become a pool tournament?” Skylar asks, crossing her arms over her chest as she leans against the bar.
Owen partnered up with one of his guys to play against Dash and Bishop. They’re on their third game, each of them with a win under their belts. It’s a pissing contest. That’s what it is.
“You know, that’s not a bad idea,” Davina comments, joining us. “We could do a monthly tournament and charge for entries. Have a cash prize.”
“That’s really not a bad idea,” I say. “Ryan used to do a live band on Saturday nights, and we even hosted a boxing event here.”
“Oooh, I love that! Both things.” Skylar smiles, excited at the ideas. “We are going to have this place killing it.”
“Ryder can probably point us in the direction of some bands who are good that will play for cheap. Keep us from spending out the ass on live music.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Me too,” Davina agrees. “The newness of the bar will wear off eventually, and we don’t want to lose our customers when that happens. I really want us to do a special monthly event. We could maybe host some football viewings here. Everyone would come to see the Iron Bowl on a big screen.”
“I think we have some regulars already,” Skylar says.
“Yeah,” I agree with a laugh. “The Bastards.”
We all giggle at that. We’ve had a steady crowd, and some are definitely becoming regulars. Davina also booked our strippers, which we think will bring in a lot of profit. The Haven can be a really successful business, especially with our ideas. That’s what I want for it.
“Fuck!” Dash yells and throws his cue onto the table before storming off.
Guess they lost. With the attitude he has, it’s no wonder. He may not think I heard the comment he made earlier, but I did. He insinuated Owen would have a better chance of screwing me than winning that game. Jerk.
“Men. I swear, all of them are sore losers,” Skylar says. “Why don’t you go check on him?”
“Me?”
“Yeah, he likes you. And let’s not pretend you don’t feel the same.”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” I mutter, heading outside anyway. It’s better than dodging accusations from Davina and Skylar. My face will tell the truth, and I’m not ready to disclose that Dash has given me the best orgasms of my life.
I step outside and spot him perched against his bike, phone in hand. He ignores me, although I walk over to him. Keeps his focus on his phone and whoever he’s texting.
“You okay?” No response. “Fuck this.”
I turn and start walking away. I don’t have to subject myself to childish antics. I shouldn’t even be out here, not after he blew me off for a whole week.
“Why him?” he asks, his voice slightly raised. “Why that asshole?”
I face him, crossing my arms over my chest. “What does it matter?”
Standing, he shoves his phone in his back pocket before climbing onto his bike. “You’re right. It doesn’t matter.”
And with that, he rides off.