382The Urban Dictionary defines a "soft launch" as "a photo preview of a talking stage before it becomes an official relationship on social media, i.e., taking photos of their dinner plate and their hands, half their face or their shoes as to allude there's someone special in your life."
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Sorry for the late update! I have been busy with a training for work.
Chapter 11
The bar is rowdy and beautifully filled up with happy people. Drinks are flowing freely, glasses being washed thoroughly thanks to my new assistance behind the bar. Whatever real life job she's doing makes her meticulous and patient. Kid has some real people skills.
I watch her as I walk back to the bar from clearing tables, my tray filled with empty pints and a few plates from the folks who ordered sandwiches. It's funny how she went from the corporate librarian type to the sexy barkeeper wearing a black silk top and skin tight skirt. She's lost the pantyhose and blazer she wore earlier tonight. I still don't understand how she's working like a dog and walking up and down in those heels. Every time she leans down to get more bottles of soda from the bottom rack in the fridge, I'm greeted by the perky, most perfect ass I've ever seen. No panty lines. That alone gets me curious as hell. Now that Bella's all sobered up, the cute flush on her cheeks comes from the hot water in the sink and the way she's multitasking around the bar. It's a sight for sore eyes.
Marc and Jane are sitting by the bar now, chatting with each other and Bella.
Sasha comes up, three empty glasses in her hand, gleam in her dark eyes. She puts them on the bartop and throws one arm around my shoulders.
"E, I can't thank you enough," she starts. "Tan is having the night of her life."
I feel Bella's eyes on me, watching us curiously.
"She deserves a night like this. You all do." I smile.
"At least now with this angel behind the bar, I feel less guilty about all the work this is giving you," Sasha jokes, nodding toward Bella.
"I've been called a lot of things, but angel surely hasn't been one," she chimes in.
"I can see that." Sasha winks. "How did you find this place, even? I can't remember ever seeing you here before." She gets her arm off me, fingers laced on top of the bar.
"Bad date led me here. I stayed for the Cabin Daddy, here." Bella is flirty and laying it on thick. I've had at least four dudes wink at me and give me their best advice on landing the vixen in my bed.
"Ed's the greatest, I agree."
"How do you guys know each other?" Bella asks. I can tell there's a sort of edge to her voice. But I don't really know what it means just yet. It's inquisitive and sorta jealous. But I could be wrong, so I focus on the orders and let the girls talk. After all, it's Sasha's story to tell. Not mine.
"Well, how long do you have?" I hear Sasha start as I walk away to the birthday girl's table.