Page 10 of Broken Hero
“Are you sure? I have no experience whatsoever.”
“I can ask the question, right?”
“Sure, thanks. I appreciate it.”
I give him my number, and we carry on tidying up as best we can. I’m so happy that my good deed that night has come back to me. If I get this job, it will take the pressure off.
If I wasn't seeing Onzo, I might even be interested in a certain firefighter. Onzo and I aren't serious, but we hook up every time he visits England. He’s on the Sicilian race team. I don’t think it will go anywhere, but maybe that’s something I need to clarify if I'm going to be surrounded by superbikers by day and hunky fireman by night. I knew something would turn up.
Chapter Two
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SOPHIE
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“SO, YOU TILT THE GLASSlike this, and it will pour a perfect beer with the right size head. You will probably pour around five hundred before you get it right but don't worry about it. Practice makes perfect.”
I laugh as I grab a glass and try to have a go. Tom is great. Tonight is my first night on the job, and I am determined to master pulling a pint. It’s more complicated than it looks. I’ve come straight from my day job to here, so quickly changed into skinny jeans and a fitted button-up checked shirt. The pub is old and dark, usual pub really, although it’s a lot bigger than it looks from the outside. The bar covers most of the back wall with a pool area over to your right as you walk in. I love that there’s a jukebox, although Tom says that the guys who drink here want sports most of the time. I will be getting use of the jukebox.
“Thanks, Tom. I will do it, I swear. At least it’s quiet in here at the moment, gives me time to practice.”
“Yeah, it’s quiet today. We don't only get the lads from the fire station, although they are by far my most favourite times of day.” Blatantly gay and proud of it, Tom has already told me five hundred times that some of the firemen are sex on legs. Bet Declan is one of the ones he's talking about. Surely they can't all be as sexy as the big guy?
“Well, I'm glad it's quiet right now. So, I get the short drinks and the beers, is there anything else I need to know?”
He shakes his head. “No, they're not exactly the cocktail drinking kind. We do get groups in now and again that like a cocktail, but nothing over the top. We have a cocktail menu with the ingredients listed, so you can follow the list and blag it. As long as there’s plenty of alcohol in it, they won't complain. What's your favourite cocktail? No! Let me guess...”
He stands back and studies me, his fingers stroking his chin. “Hmmm...let me see, I could go for the predictable Pornstar Martini, or I could go with a Sex On The Beach, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say Mojito.”
I stare at him wide-eyed. “How the hell did you figure that out?”
“Am I right?”
I nod. “Yeah, come on, how did you know?”
