![]() ![]() “I’m just going to get more … register rolls.” She vanishes out back in a puff of gardenia body spray. She’s too new at this, and she’s feeling their eyes. Alpha Boy remembers I have full control of the alcohol. The laugh fades out of him a little as I narrow my eyes and stare harder. My name is Darcy and he’s unknowingly made a Jane Austen joke. “Hey there, mister,” he responds-a jab at my short haircut-and his friends laugh and intone, “Ohhhh shit.” Weird how we have the most trouble when this type of boy walks in. ![]() By the door, our security guy is sitting up straighter. I see some of the bikers exchange amused looks over the pool tables. Devil’s End Bar is not for the faint of heart. If you play your cards right, things could get downright exhilarating. He and his friends have spilled out of a local frat party, bored and wanting adventure. He’s the tallest and best-looking, with a you’re welcome gleam in his eye. If you can handle him, you might get a bit of respect from the rest. Nobody taught me this when I first started as a bartender, but luckily, I was a quick learner: When a group of men are walking in, you should work out which one is the alpha. ![]()
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