Page 91 of On The Rocks

“I’m out of mixers. All of them, for God’s sake.”

“Guess they’re enjoying those Clovers, hey?”

“Yeah. I even made up a new one with what I have left—it’s working out well.”

“Good. I’ll go grab some from the kitchen.”

“Thanks.” He gave me a relieved smile. “Glad you’re back. It’s insane tonight.”

“Tell me about it.”

I ran for the kitchen. We only had an hour left of the night, thank God. The kitchen was closed, and we’d hoped that would clear some people out.

No such luck.

I grabbed what I needed, juices, and fruit. But there was no dragonfruit for the Clover.

“Dammit.” I ran out with an armful and set it on the end of the bar. “I’ll be back.”

“Thanks.” A harassed Kevon grabbed the mixers.

I ran to the secondary storage. I knew I had a few bottles of the dragonfruit that had come in with the last order I’d done.

I nudged the stopper under the door and didn’t bother to turn on the light. I knew right where it was, and it would only take a second.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut.

“Shit.”

Chapter 20

Griffin

Old Memories

Ihelped out with kegs and cleanup while I waited for Lennon to finish up for the night.

I kept missing her, figuring she was doing her usual running around. That woman never stayed in one place, even when she was working behind the bar, but it had been a while since I’d seen her.

I bussed a table and brought the empties up to the bar.

“Thanks, man.” Kevon took my empties.

“Have you seen Lennon?”

He shook his head. “She’s been gone for a bit. I figured she was helping CJ again. It’s so fucking hot in here most people are going outside.”

I nodded. “Okay, thanks.”

Which was damn true. I wished I hadn’t worn a long-sleeved shirt that night, that was for sure. I wandered out to the patio, finding Justin breaking up another fight.

Was there something in the air tonight?

Based on the plastic shot glasses I was seeing everywhere tonight while doing pickups, I guessed what some of it was. Whiskey could sneak up on a body. I know it had for me on more than one occasion.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Justin’s head snap back from a punch. With a low oath, I dropped my tray on one of the small tables and rushed over.

A fist came straight for my face, and I ducked at the last second. A half dozen broken noses made for quick reflexes—finally. Took me a bit to figure it out.

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