TWENTY-FOUR
The Charlotte Tavern, half the size of MacGregor’s, was a corner bar sitting on Lake and River Street. The televisions inside the tavern also broadcasted the Monday night game. There were a handful of people inside. Most sat at the bar. A few occupied a booth near the back corner.
James pulled out a stool for Charlie. As she sat down, he asked, “What do you want?”
“What are you having?”
The barmaid wore blond hair in long braids, snug-fitting blue jeans, and a green Charlotte Tavern t-shirt. “Hey there. I’m Jessica. What can I get for you guys?”
“Two Jameison shots, and a pitcher of Blue,” Jamie asked.
Charlie shrugged. “Sounds good.”
“Coming right up.”
Jessica poured the shots first. James downed his shot immediately. He set she shot glass back on the bar and motioned
