Page 103 of A Wrench in the Plan
“See, we don’t need chairs,” Chry said, causing Ev to look at him with a horrified and confused expression.
“The table can’t just be for sex,” Ev said.
“Why not?” Chry came back with.
“Because I’d like to sit down and have dinner with you two sometimes. If I cook, we’re not eating in front of the TV.” I gave Chry a pointed look.
Not to mention how I’d offered to host family dinner every now and then. I was actually really excited about that one. I’d been nervous to open our relationship up to Chry’s family, but they’d accepted it as if it had been that way all along.
I cringed thinking that the table would need a thorough wipe down before that happened. Maybe we should get some tablecloths too.
“Fine,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll add chairs to the list of shit we need.”
“How long until the bed gets here?” Ev asked, working his pants up his legs.
Chry stepped away, leaving me feeling empty. He helped me down and then proceeded to hold my panties so I could get back into them.
“A few hours,” Chry answered.
Ev and I shared a look.
“Let’s go shopping,” we said at the same time, though Evan seemed a little less enthusiastic than me as he said it.
Chry shook his head at us.
I was getting those chairs today, darn it.
“I hate shopping,” Chry grumbled under his breath as he got dressed. “You two are going to be the death of me.”
“You love us,” I said as I leaned in to kiss his cheek.
“What she said,” Ev said, doing the same thing to his other cheek.
“Yeah,” Chry said, almost sounding as if he’d resigned himself to that fact. Ev and I laughed. “I do.”
“Good, because we love you too,” Ev said.
“Yep,” I nodded. “What he said.”
Evan
The new bar was done.
And it looked amazing!
I had been shocked when Grass came to me to get my input on how the new layout should be done. Honestly, I thought it would be good to keep it as close to the original as possible, and Grass had agreed. I had done my best to play it cool and not read too much into it. And since he’d asked Mad Bell about how he wanted the kitchen area set up, I figured it was just that we were the closest things to experts he had in this situation. Nothing more. Even if I played it cool on the outside, there was a huge part of me that was beaming about it.
It was all dark wood. The long bar was on the right, where it had been before, so it still felt like home to me. Booths lined the wall on the opposite side. High tables filled in the spaces on either side of the bar, and a bunch of low tables scattered in the middle. There were two new pool tables and three new dart boards. A sweet old-school jukebox in the corner. It looked damn pretty, in a very dark, rowdy bar kind of way.
Oh, and the best part, there was a red neon sign on the front of the building.
The bar officially had a new name… or a name period, because I wasn’t sure it had one before. I never really thought about it until it had been brought up at the table months ago, actually.
Iron & Steel.
Part for the man that helped make this chapter great. Part for the club.
I’d spent the last three days setting up everything behind the bar and getting ready for the big reveal night. Tomorrow, we’d be officially open for business and I couldn’t be more excited.
