Page 11 of Fated Redemption
“Oh, Moe darling!” An older woman’s voice carried across the bar. Rhys nearly laughed out loud as he saw his mate’s “problem” quickly deflate.
Moe turned to him. “You wouldn’t want to serve some nice older ladies would you?” he asked.
Rhys shook his head. “Go get ‘em, lover.” He blew kisses at Moe and turned to finish cleaning up behind the bar before the night crowd started.
“Coming, Ms. Tully!” Moe shook his head and walked to the other end of the bar.
Rhys looked around and smiled. He was behind a bar again, he felt like he had returned home.This, he could handle with his eyes closed and one hand tied behind his back.
He had just finished setting up behind the bar the way he liked it when he heard a throat clear.
“Excuse me, barkeep.”
Rhys turned around and smiled. Rian and Damian had taken seats at the bar.
“What can I get you, gentlemen?”
“Thank god, a real bartender,” Damian exclaimed.
“I love Peyton to death, but he couldn’t make a drink for shit. Where is his tweaky little self anyway?” Rian asked.
Rhys pointed to where Peyton was chatting with Gina and Cecelia at a corner table.
“He’s much better suited as a waiter. He looks happier.” Damian nodded his approval.
“He reminds me of a guy I know from Purgatory. Micah was constantly dropping glassware, but insisted he wanted to be a bartender. Roman would damn near cry at the end of every month when we had to shell out money for more glasses.” Rhys laughed.
He looked over and Rian was watching him with a strange look on his face.
“What?”
“You look like you again. Maybe being in your natural ‘habitat’ helps.”
“He’s not a damn zoo animal, Ri!” Damian gave Rhys an apologetic look.
“God, I need a decent drink.” Rian exhaled, pouting.
“Don’t worry, Rian, I have just the thing for you.” Rhys reached behind him and grabbed three bottles. He poured a thick white liquor in the bottom of two shot glasses. Then he carefully layered a green and blue liquor, one on top of the other. When both drinks were done he scooted them over to Rian and Damian.
They eyed the green and blue liquids in wonder.
“It’s so pretty, what is it?” Rian asked.
“My own secret mix. I call it ‘Underwater Blow Job’.” Rhys crossed his arms and waited.
“Now I have to try it.” Rian looked over at Damian and smirked. “Bottoms up.”
“Ass.” Damian shook his head.
“Exactly,” Rian leered before they both slammed the drink down. Looking astonished they glanced at each other before turning to Rhys.
“I so want another one of those.” Damian picked his shot glass up and tried licking the liquid out of the bottom.
“Me too!” Rian swirled his finger around the bottom of his shot glass to get more of the thick Irish cream.
Rhys laughed and poured them both another drink.
To his left he heard women’s laughter. He turned to see his mate flexing for the group of older women and they were catcalling and cheering him on. Rhys laughed out loud at the spectacle.
