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deviously.
    Tonight she had once more spiked her short hair, which showed off her black, crescent-shaped earrings. Those and a heart locket represented her only jewellery. Simple elegance, Vincent thought as he unlocked the door and turned on the ‘Open’ sign.
    “Vincent, can I talk to you?” Joe asked.
    “Anytime, Joe. What’s on your mind?” You want me to rip your clothes off and take you right now? How about if you lock your sweet, beautiful lips around my cock and suck me dry ? Vincent blinked innocently, hoping those last words were just in his head and not out there in the open.
    “Why did you name this place Hot Shots ?”
    “I didn’t. It came with it. Why?”
    “When Nathan and I were walking around today, I noticed at least two other bars with almost identical names,” she began.
    “Yeah?”
    “Well, let’s say some guy, Paul, has a good time,” she said.
    “Paul?” he frowned then remembered. Brown Suit Guy. “Oh yeah, Paul.”
    “So he goes to work the next day and tells all his friends he had a great time at Hot Shots .”
    “ I’m liking this scenario so far,” he encouraged.
    “Don’t interrupt. But his friends go by one of those other bars and think that’s the place he meant, so they go in and they have a good time there .” Joe paused and looked at him, her eyebrows raised.
    “I never thought of that,” Vincent admitted. “You think I should change the name?”
    “That’s your decision, not mine, but you might think about it,” she answered honestly but obviously not wanting to overstep her bounds as a new employee.
    Watching her turn to greet the first customer of the night, Vincent followed her advice. Considering her words, he conceded she was right. Off the top of his head, he could think of at least three other bars with names that could easily be confused with Hot Shots , and that was just on the west side of the River. He had no idea how many of them lurked over in
Illinois
. But, if he were going to change the name, what would he change it to?
    Makes sense to change it, though. Why in the hell haven’t I thought of that before?
    Research. That’s what he needed.
    I’ll do a little research on bar names in the area, maybe a radius of thirty miles, and go from there.
    Taking up his regular stool in the corner, he sipped a beer and watched as a few patrons strolled in. Joe greeted them and took their orders, all with efficient friendliness. As the evening wore on, a steady stream of people came in, singles as well as couples, but Vincent sighed as he realised that no one could say the place was packed.
    Suddenly his ears perked up as he heard Joe say, “ Naw , the sand tends to get into unpleasant places. How about I just fix that shot for you?”
    Sex on the Beach. Seemed like lately a lot of drinks, especially shots, sported sexually charged names. There’s a thought.
    “Think fast!” a deep voice called.
    Vincent raised his hands, barely catching the beer thrown at him. Good thing the manufacturer now made non-breakable bottles.
    “Nathan, you’re early tonight,” Vincent grinned.
    “Yeah, a bit. Got off work ahead of schedule and thought I’d come on in. How’s Blondie doing tonight?” he asked.
    As he popped open the bottle, Vincent’s eyes strayed over to watch his new, sexy bartender. He frowned, noticing how the guy who had wanted the shot was leaning over the bar reaching for Joe.
    “Was okay, but looks like she’s having some trouble now,” Vincent said as he started to stand.
    Nathan turned around as well but put a restraining hand on Vincent’s arm. “Give her a minute. See how she does on her own. If she needs help, I’m there, not you. It’s what you pay me for. Okay, it’s what you give me free beer for. Besides, I think she’s got it under control.”
    Vincent nodded. She did seem to know what she was doing, but he wasn’t about to just sit still and watch her get mauled by some drunk punk. Rather than sitting next to Nathan, he