The second the door was shut, our manager started going off. Apparently the woman I’d hit was complaining and she’d been forced to comp the liquor the woman drank to avoid social media slander. She let us know that she’d already looked at the cameras and saw I had thrown the first hit.
The only positive thing was Stone hadn’t thrown one and had clearly been trying to defuse the situation.
She tapped her pen on her desk.
“Look, it’s fine if you two want to fuck each other, but if it’s going to cause issues in the bar, we’re going to have to let one of you go,” she blurted. “We’d prefer not to because our staff is currently really good and works together well, but the next time there’s an altercation with you in the center because of your relationship, you’ll be forced to choose who walks away.”
“A’ight.” Stone nodded once. “We hear you.”
“Do you?” She looked at me pointedly and glared until I nodded. “Good. Maybe you should take the rest of the night off,” she suggested.
“Sure.” I spun with my hand balled into a fist at my side.
Stone yanked the door open and we both filed out.
“You okay, Selle?”
“Yep.” I pivoted toward the room where all the bartenders kept their purses and bags and grabbed mine.
Stone kept his mouth shut, just staying beside me while I verified everything I’d come with to the bar was leaving with me.
By the time we walked out of the little side hall, Kiano leaned against the entrance. He smiled as we walked over to him.
“How’d it go?” he asked.
“One of us is going to have to quit,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Damn. You okay?”
“Yeah. I make good money doing cam work anyway, so it is what it is.”
“When did we decide you were going to be the one to quit?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“It just makes sense for me to be the one to step off. No shade but I’m almost positive I make more money online than you make at the mechanic shop.”
Stone snickered.
“Yeah, probably.” He exhaled. “Either way, let’s take the free night off and go from there.”
“Come on. I’ll drive,” Kiano offered and we followed him to his car.
He drove us to my place where we showered, ate, and collapsed in my bed. I sat against my headboard while they each massaged one of my feet and I looked between them, truly thankful for my job at the bar.
It had connected me with both of my men. Whether I had to quit or not, I’d always have a soft spot for it.
After the men were done rubbing my feet, Stone and I rubbed Kiano’s feet. Then Stone lay on his stomach while Kiano massaged his back.
Once done, we all sat in bed together to smoke. I set up my little bong while Stone rolled a joint.
“I think y’all should both get therapy,” Kiano said after a second in silence.
“What?” I forced a little laugh.
“Therapy,” he reiterated.
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Stone asked.