Page 2 of Playing for Keeps
They were closing in ninety minutes. An hour after that, Del and the brothers, along with their staff, would finish cleaning up the place and head to their respective homes. Del planned to grab a hot shower and fall face first into his bed. But before any of that happened, he would have to do something he hated. And not because he thought he was above doing it, but because he hated the smirk he knew he was going to see on Noah’s face, when Del admitted that Noah was right.
Advertising the bar in local papers and via local businesses willing to partner with them was not enough. Establishing a social media presence for the bar was a must. And because Noah was scheduling meetings with the representatives from the Washington D.C. Major League Baseball team and the National Hockey League to become an approved venue for the teams and their fans in the Virginia area, he’d assigned social networking to Del since he was the manager of this growing establishment.
That thought had Del cursing and remembering to pull his phone from his back pocket. He activated the screen and saw that MercedesGirl926 had responded to his last message.
“You been on that phone a lot tonight,” Ethan said. “Got a new lady in your life?”
“Mind yours,” Del snarled and turned away.
Ethan chuckled and continued to fill the next drink order.
Del looked down at his phone again. A whisper of a smile flashed over his face. She didn’t like roses and candlelight. He touched the screen to provide his response.
Del: I usually pass on them too.
Del picked up the live stream of the bar through something called a hashtag and had reluctantly joined in the conversation about the performance. MercedesGirl926 was running the video so Del presumed she was somewhere in the bar. There were dozens of women here tonight and truthfully, it wasn’t as if he were looking for a personal connection. His goal was to simply interact so that Noah would get off his back about being a social mediaphobe. But MercedesGirl926 was chatting with everyone using witty comebacks and humorous observations. She’d also complimented the bar’s hot wings and easy-going atmosphere. So, Del tried the private message button that lingered on the sidebar of the screen and a separate conversation had begun.
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about. This place has been packed since happy hour and the crowd doesn’t seem to be dwindling down, even though it’s getting late. Fellas, I’d say we’re turning a corner,” Noah announced as he joined them behind the bar.
“Yeah, and it would help immensely if both of you would stop standing around talking and actually help with this booming crowd,” Ethan quipped.
The former Secret Service agent who was about to become the first of their close-knit group to take the plunge into matrimony, leaned over the bar to deliver two frilly looking drinks to two smiling women. Del stared at each of them, one with brilliant blue eyes and red hair that reminded him briefly of Jean Gray from the X-Men. The second one had beautiful caramel-hued skin and wore her hair in long golden strands.
Was one of them MercedesGirl926?
“Karaoke Night is a good idea,” Noah continued. “With Sunday, Monday and Thursday nights reserved for football games and hosting all the Fantasy Leagues in the area, we’re pretty set on crowds for those nights. NBA games on Tuesdays and Thursdays. College football on Saturdays. Wednesday and Fridays had a gap, but I’d say we’ve filled Friday surprisingly good.”
Noah stood with his arms folded over his chest, nodding as he continued to look around the bar. Del couldn’t help but agree with him, after he’d watched those two women walk away from the bar and return to the group they’d been standing with. A group that was evenly paired, men and women. A tall man with wire-framed glasses slipped his arm around the waist of the golden-loc woman, his fingers splaying over the curve of her ass as he pulled her tightly against his side. No way was she MercedesGirl926. This guy was barely letting her breathe, let alone releasing his grip on her long enough so that she could participate in a cyber-conversation for the last half hour.
“Don’t forget Mrs. Tillman’s warning that we do nothing to conflict with the good people of Providence attending bible study and prayer service on Wednesday evenings,” Ethan chimed in when he stopped moving around to stand beside them.
The three men stood together, just as they had throughout most of their lives. Also known as the town bad boys, they’d all had a rough time of it here in Providence. Nobody ever thought they’d amount to anything after those years they’d struggled to grow into men. But they’d each defied the odds by either heading off to college or the military and afterwards settling into good, respectable careers. It was just a strange twist of that evil and spiteful fate that had them all ending those wonderful careers within the same year and returning to the only home they knew. Now, fifteen months later, they were standing in the midst of their second chance at this thing called life. After pooling their money and the talents they’d each learned throughout the years, they’d opened Game Changers and were all hoping for its success.
“No problem there,” Del said, with a nod of his head. “We’re still in the praying business.”
“You got that right,” Noah added. “I’m gonna head over to the front. The crowd will start migrating to the doors in the next half hour as we head toward closing and I want to make sure there are no issues in the parking lots or on the streets.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll go over to the side entrance in a few minutes,” Del said.
Noah was once an in-demand Hollywood stuntman, and while his broad frame had slimmed down quite a bit since his return to Providence and from the eighteen months he’d remained free of steroid use, he was still the best one of the group to hire and supervise the security team for the bar. The fact that this guy was also a marketing genius would come as a shock to many, but not Del. Noah had always been able to sell anything, starting with the individual mints they used to grab handfuls of from the therapists’ office every boarder from Grace House was forced to see. The memory of how many sodas and snacks Noah had been able to buy them with the proceeds of selling those mints to the members of Pleasant Rose Baptist Church on the Sunday mornings they all marched into the building, was fresh and still funny in Del’s mind.
“I’ll text Rock to start shutting down upstairs,” Ethan said before nudging Del. “Or would you rather do that since you’ve been on your phone half the night?”
“What? Del was on his phone while working? Somebody call the cops. He’s broken his own staunch rule about paying attention to customers first and foremost,” Noah added with a hearty chuckle.
Del didn’t find either of them funny.
“Send your text and you get to the front door. I swear some kids never grow up,” he said before pushing past Noah to move toward the end of the bar where he could step out onto the main floor.
“We’re just following your example, as always, captain!” Noah yelled behind him.
Del didn’t bother to turn back but flipped his middle finger to the duo as he left them standing there. They’d always called him captain, and not just because he’d managed to bring up his failing grades from eighth grade to his sophomore year in high school, enough that he could play on the football team. By his junior year, Del was on the honor roll and was named captain of the team. But, as the oldest of the six friends, he’d always been considered their leader. A title he’d never wanted but respected all the same.
He was just arriving at the side door when a large group were getting up from their seats to head out. He smiled and thanked them for coming, wishing them all a safe night as they proceeded through the door he held open. It was a brisk fall night, so he quickly pulled the door closed and stood to the side as he noted another table getting their jackets on as well. With his legs slightly parted, hands clenched in front of him, he smiled and nodded at their guests, feeling a humongous sense of pride at all that he and the brothers had managed to build here. That worked for Del’s grand plan. He was determined that the small-minded people that still lived in this town were going to eat all the negative words they’d ever spouted about him and his friends, once and for all. They were running a fine, upstanding establishment that commanded respect.
The phone vibrating in his front pant pocket tugged Del’s attention from his thoughts and he pulled it out expecting that either Rock or Ethan was texting him with a status of their crowd exiting for the night. He was wrong. Surprisingly so.
MercedesGirl926: Something else I like is a man with strong arms and a great mouth.
