Page 9 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Casey***

“Casey, darlin’, how ’bout another one?”

With a smile, I look up from wiping down the bar. “Anything

for you, Jeff.”

I grab a Budweiser and add it to his tab. Carlene slips by

me with her tray and begins loading it up.

“Two Buds, a Sam Adams, and a whiskey for nine,” she says

hurriedly.

“Got it.”

I take a few seconds to look around the room. This was a

great idea. Rusty, the owner of The Round-up, wasn’t too keen on it initially,

but now he’s walking around with a huge grin and greeting customers. This is

the busiest the bar’s been since I started working here a month ago.

“Casey! Another round!” Carson shouts from his table.

“Comin’ up.”

I pour six shots of tequila and hustle them over to him and

his friends. As I pass table five, I do a little spin to avoid Cliff and his

wayward hands. He’s always trying to grab my ass.

“You’re not driving tonight, are you, boys?” I ask.

They all look at me with huge grins and glazed over eyes.

“No, ma’am,” Carson answers.

“Well, just let me know if you need help gettin’ home.”

“Sure thing.”

As I turn to head back to the bar, a strange shiver runs

down my spine, and an unknown force draws my attention to the right. That’s

when I notice the three men standing at the door.