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examined the locket in my hands and put it in my
pocket. The men put on their coats and walked out the door.
    I turned around all happy with myself and
then realized that Dylan’s band was sitting in my section. Knowing
the tips would be horrible, that they would keep me running back
and forth to the bar for drinks, and that I’d be taunted by Dylan,
I walked over apprehensively. When I approached the table, he gave
me a wink, intentionally leaning on the table so his biceps bulged
out of his shirt. What the hell was wrong with me ? Why
did I feel so short of breath ?
    I carried the beers and shots over to the
table. Each guy had a girl next to him. No surprise. Jordan sat
next to a girl I hadn’t seen before. Jordan, the drummer, was the
youngest of the bunch. His flawless ebony skin and dark eyes made
him every bit as attractive as the other band members, but he
wasn’t arrogant at all.
    Nadine kept trying to hang all over Dylan,
but he politely relocated her hands back to the table. I was
surprised. She was a voluptuous blond, and she made it obvious her
mission was to go home with Dylan that evening.
    “Our place isn’t far,” Justin assured the
table of girls, inviting them to continue the party at the band’s
apartment.
    “Another round.” Justin motioned, circling
the drinks with his hand.
    “Let’s do lemon drops this time,” Trevor
piped in. Trevor, the bass player, was not as muscular as Dylan or
Justin, but he was every bit as conceited. His over-the-top
personality made him fun, and girls seemed to love the tattoos that
crept up his arm and stopped halfway up his neck. He put his arm
around Rita. I had to laugh. I couldn’t believe some of the girls
went from one band member to another like they were sampling
cookies and couldn’t stop.
    “Get yourself a drink if you want one,” Dylan
added, nodding to me.
    “Thank you.” I started to get their drinks,
glad that they would be leaving soon.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that
horrible man. Chuck walked in the bar with some of his hunting
friends, and they were escorted into my section. I rushed to the
bar.
    “Brad, I can’t do it. I can’t serve that man
again.” He turned his head and noticed the perv. “Can you have one
of the guys serve them?”
    Brad was still upset the man touched one of
his waitresses. Brad came out from behind the bar and strutted to
the table. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
    “You can’t make us leave. We haven’t done
anything wrong.”
    “I am asking you politely . . . to
leave.”
    “I didn’t know it was your girlfriend.” He
turned to the other hunters. “He’s just pissed his girlfriend
wanted to leave with me.”
    Pete, the bouncer, saw there was an issue at
the table and walked over to back up Brad.
    “I’m going to get you, you little bitch,” the
man screamed, pointing his finger at me.
    “I’m not going to ask you again. Get the fuck
out of here,” Brad shouted at him, getting in the man’s face. Chuck
punched Brad in the nose, drawing blood. Bolting over to the table
to back Brad up, Dylan grabbed the guy’s shirt, throwing him toward
the door, and then punched him to the ground. Chuck staggered back
to his feet and grabbed a beer bottle to hit Dylan with. Two of
Chuck’s friends joined in the fight. One threw a drink from a
nearby table in Brad’s face as the other tried to hit him. Brad
blocked the punch and stuck him in the ribs.
    I cringed as the rest of the table of hunters
stood to join in the fight surrounding them—the three were
outnumbered. Dylan’s band saw the turmoil and jumped into the
action. Chuck and his friends were quickly overpowered and thrown
toward the door.
    “You heard the man. Get the hell out of here,
now!” Dylan shouted. Chuck muttered threats under his breath as
they were forcefully escorted to the parking lot.
    “What was that all about?” Dylan asked,
wiping the sweat from his forehead.
    “Long story. Thanks for your