Page 68 of Flipping His Script
"Sammy – he'll probably get fired."
Flynn gave me a sideways glance. "You think?"
"Actually, Iknowhe'll get fired." Suddenly, I wanted to throw up. I didn't know the employee manual by heart, but I was pretty darn sure that fist-fighting with customers in the parking was – how should I put it? – a big no-no.
When Flynn made no reply, I turned and gave him a desperate look. "You've got to call them."
"Who?"
"The restaurant, obviously."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because you started it."
"Me?" He laughed. "The guy called me a pussy."
"Oh, please," I said. "You obviously knew him, so it doesn't count."
Yes, the logic was a bit shaky, but I was in no mood to be reasonable.
Flynn's laugher faded. "Lemme tell you something. Italwayscounts."
I gave an irritated sigh. "I don't even know what that means."
"Yeah, butIdo. So drop it."
Drop it? Seriously?I wanted to throttle him. "I can't drop it."
"Why not?"
"Because Carla's eight months pregnant."
Flynn gave me a look. "Who the hell's Carla?"
"Sammy's girlfriend, who by the way got stuck with three of my shifts, thanks to you."
Flynn gave a half shrug. "Hey, I didn't do the schedule."
His casual attitude was beyond grating. "Listen, whether you believe it or not, you caused them a whole bunch of misery."
As usual, Flynn looked entirely unrepentant. "It wasn't me who threw the first punch."
"Yeah, but you did that little 'forwarding' thing with your hand. What was he supposed to do?"
Flynn's gaze remained on the road. "He could've walked away."
"Oh really? Wouldyou’vewalked away?"
"What do you mean?"
"I’m just saying, if he made that 'bring-it-on' motion toyou, wouldyou’velet it go?"
After a long moment, Flynn replied, "I might've."
"Oh, please," I said. "You aresofull of it. You would've done the exact same thinghedid, and you darn well know it."
Flynn gave a low scoff. "Not theexactsame thing."
