Some patrons grumbled, but all knew the bar was closing soon enough. “Lenny, I can finish up with closing,” she said. The bartender faced her. “You sure you don’t mind?” “I know you have a big job interview in the morning. Go on. I’ve got this.” He left and she continued on with what needed done to finish out the night. She headed into the back room to find Keonae and his friends at a pool table, still drinking. The men seemed to be able to put the beer away without noticing or showing the effects. Keonae looked up and scratched his shot as she entered. Laughing, Lazar raised his beer to her. “My thanks. He was going to wipe the floor with me until the sight of you threw him off his game.” She blushed and bit at her lower lip. “I do what I can to help out.” Keonae approached her, discarding his pool stick in an ungraceful fashion. It missed the other table and landed with a sharp crack on the floor. Keonae paid little mind to it. Rossi snorted. “I believe he wishes to take you to his home and bed you.”
