“I did,” I grumbled. “Give me a beer.”
“You on call today?”
“No.”
Saying nothing more, I watched as Pyro grabbed a tall glass and poured my beer straight from the tap, before placing it in front of me.
“So, what’s wrong?”
“Why do you think anything’s wrong?”
“’Cause you have the same miserable face as Josie.”
“What?”
Pyro pointed, and I turned to find Josie in the booth where we first met, head bowed, a long-necked beer bottle in her hands, the dim lighting casting long shadows around her.
She looked miserable.
“Pyro, give me a bottle of tequila.”
“What?”
“A fresh bottle and two shot glasses.”
Pyro shook his head and chuckled. “Your funeral, brother.”
The second Pyro placed the bottle and shot glasses before me, I grabbed them, along with my beer. The condensation clung to the cold glass as I walked over to join her. I removed the beer from her grasp, replacing it with a shot glass.
“Go away. I’m not talking to you.”
“What else is new?” I muttered, unscrewing the cap before pouring Josie and myself a shot. Raising my shot glass, I toasted, “To my stupidity.”
My best friend grinned, grabbed her glass, and downed it.
“What else ya got?”
I smirked.
Sitting in my seat, my head bobbed as I downed another shot, watching Josie on the stage, singing her little heart out. Woman couldn’t carry a tune to save her life, but her gumption and anger carried the song as she sang, GAYLE’s “abcdefu.”
Girl had some anger in her and apparently so did every other woman in the bar ’cause they were right along with her, belting out the catchy tune.
“Dude,” Pyro groaned, throwing his bar towel over his shoulder. “Who pissed Josie off?”
“Everyone with a dick.”
“Great,” Pyro moaned, shaking his head. “Well, at least Bailey and the others aren’t here.”
“They are on their way,” I absently said, watching Josie share the microphone with Devlyn Never and Morgan Delany.
“What!”
“Called them.” I smirked, taking a swig of my beer. “Thought Josie could use her girlies tonight.”
Pyro stiffened, then turned toward the bar and yelled at Scribe, “We’ve got INCOMING!” just as the doors slammed opened.
“You coulda had a bad BITCH!” Bailey shouted as all the wives of the Sons of Hell MC walked in just as “Truth Hurts,” by Lizzo, started pumping through the speakers.
