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the end of the week, if this kept up, I would be able to cover my first college payment in full.
    I talked to Layla in between service, always making sure to be firm but kind with the clientele.  As the one serving the drinks, I had to be. 
    I was glad that Kat had warned me about “Johnny Grab-Ass.”  The guy had migrated to the end of the bar, and he was staring at me.  The way he looked at me made me uncomfortable.  I backed away slowly when I served him.
    It was far easier to spend my free moments talking with Rage’s lady.  Kat thought highly of his MC, and they were part owners.  It was always smart to learn as much as I could about the people who protected the club. Plus, she said they tipped well.
    “And you? What do you do?” I asked Layla, then immediately regretted it.  I shouldn’t’ve assumed that ol’ biker’s ladies didn’t do much of anything.
    Layla didn’t seem upset though.  “I’m an accountant,” she replied serenely. 
    I raised my eyebrows.  My hands kept moving.  There would be more orders soon, and we needed clean glasses.  And Kat’s paid well, but the dishwashing machine left streaks all over the tumblers.
    “I work for the club’s garage,” Layla explained.
    Ah.  “That’s great.  I’m in school.”
    “Nice, how many more years you have?”
    “Four semesters, but I am getting them out of the way in the summer too, so hopefully I can complete it all in a year or two.”
    I loved my community college, but I was already two years behind.  It took time to come up with tuition and so I’d only been working at it part time.  The longer it took, the more I worried. 
    I was pushing myself to my limit, going to school full-time and working at the bar, and I knew it.  But I needed to finish.  I was almost there…
    “What are you going for?” Layla continued politely.
    “Biology and sports medicine, but I want to be a physical therapist.”  That meant graduate school, but first I needed to get through college.
    One hurdle at a time.
    “Nice.”  She smiled at me.  “You sure about that, though? You make a damn good drink.”
    I grinned, “Thanks.”  I sincerely like bartending.  And while I desperately wanted to do something more, I knew a sincere compliment when I heard one. 
    Just then, I spotted her man, coming back down from Kat’s office.  Layla turned to find him, as if she could sense him.  The two of them stared at one another while he made his way across. Beside him was that tall man, the one with the frighteningly strong body and the long stare.
    He caught my eye and this time, when I stared back, the jolt that went through me had nothing to do with the bass of the stereos. It was as though he was trying to capture my soul.
    And instead of asking his name, I had made fun of him.  Typical .
    In my experience humor worked better anyway.  This guy didn’t look like a man who wanted to be asked questions anyhow.
    “I see the men have returned.  Yinz need anything else?” I asked, cheerfully slipping into my accent.  It was a habit that happened when I worked.  At school, I always articulated my words crisply to make sure everyone understood me.  But working the bar was more about personality than presentation.  I didn’t have to think academically here.
    The bikers didn’t seem to mind a little local flavor anyhow.
    “I think we’re good,” said Rage.
    The other one, Wrath, was staring right into my eyes.  I wished he’d stop doing that, but we seemed to have established he was no Johnny Grab-Ass.
    I took him in, the strong posture, the stance.  He moved a little stiffly when he walked.  It wasn’t quite a limp, but it was close, as if he had an injury and didn’t want it to show.  Or refused to let it stop him.  One of the two.
    He was handsome but withdrawn.  Reserved.  I was surprised the women in here weren’t throwing themselves at him.  He was sexy and forbidden in all the right ways.
    I also noticed that he