Wendy served drinks at Joe’s Place. It paid well. She could work nights while her husband stayed home with the kids. She’d learned to fend off the flirts, but the part of her job she most hated was cutting off the drunks.
Jim Duncan had reached his limit tonight. He slurred his words as he asked for another beer.
“You’re 86’d,” Wendy said, placing his glass on the tray. “Go home.”
He stood, wobbly on his feet. “Get outta my way!”
She moved to stop him in his tracks. “You know the rules.”
“Sure. ’I’ before ‘e’ except after ‘c’.”
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