The Rootin' Rooster was located in an old warehouse in the industrial stretch of the waterfront. If Merry had to choose one word to describe the place, it would be "disgusting." She couldn't even find a spot on the bar the application didn't stick to. She figured no one would care enough to check her references, so she made up a few food service jobs for the past work history section.
Of course, she left out the fact that she was currently employed by the Mercury News-Gazette.
When she finished filling it out, the bartender gestured toward the back office. "Go on in there. Pete's the one who does the hiring."
Pete turned out to be a black man in his thirties wearing a satin gym jacket. He looked her up and down. "You're looking pretty uptown for someone going for a waitress job."
Crap
