mopping slickened floors. The bleach would probably come out in the morning,

Rogers figured.

 

He didn’t know how many drinks had been poured over the course of six hours, but

he felt the Grunt had just made a ton of money.

 

He was sitting at the bar drinking a glass of water when Myers came over and sat

next to him. She pulled out an e-cigarette and put the end between her lips.

“How was your first night?” “Pretty much what I expected,” he replied. “I heard

there was an altercation in line. With some big guys.” “They didn’t understand

the rules. So I gave a lesson. But I did it as nicely as I could. Like you

said.” “I saw you do a couple of ejections from in here. They were well done.”

“Thanks.” Rogers took a drink of water and set his glass down. “Josh Quentin?”

Myers pulled out the e-cig from her mouth. “What about him?” “What does he do to

qualify as a VIP?” “He owns his own company. Super smart. He’s not a billionaire

yet, but he will be. And he’s barely thirty. A real mover and shaker.” “Good for

him. Nice group of friends with him.” “He has lots of friends.” “Yeah, I saw him

playing grab-ass with one of them. But she didn’t seem to mind.” She shrugged.

“He gets what he pays for.” “Almost a billionaire, huh? Then you’d think they’d

be going to some fancy-ass club for high rollers.” She frowned at this comment.

“This isn’t Vegas. And we’re not just a bar, Paul. We cater to lots of different

interests and tastes.

 

Some fancier than others. Good night.” She rose to leave. “What about my money?”

She turned back to him. “Payday is every Friday.” “The thing is I need some cash