Chapter 4
DEACON
“Kev, do you think you can keep your kilt from dipping into the customers’ beers as they sit? Thanks.” I turn. “Nance?”
“Yeah, boss?”
“Are we running out of ice? Didn’t we just order a bazillion f*****g more bags?” I check the inventory sheet, leaning back on the edge of my desk. The numbers blur in front of my eyes.
The noise from Sevin Smith’s party creates a chaotic cacophony less than fifty feet outside of my office doorway. The sounds of laughter and drinking glasses tinkling from tonight’s event is just what the doctor ordered.
But like any doctor visit, nerves are high, expectations are low, and you expect to end up naked on a table before it’s all said and done.
I’m still hoping I can make it out of this night with a little dignity and most of my clothes. Bu
