“A hundred.”
“Right, a hundred.” Lucas shot Will his best smile. “At this rate she’ll be lucky if she makes the fifty.”
The look Sid sent his way should have put him on life support. “Shift’s not over yet, fancy pants.”
“We’ll see,” he said.
“I know how you can win,” Will said.
Sid and Lucas gave her their full attention. Sid asked first. “You talking to me or him?”
Will snorted. “As if I’d help him.” He raised a brow and she added, “You’re cute and all, but she’s my friend.”
“I didn’t realize the banshee had any friends.”
“You’re lucky there’s a bar between us.” Sid dropped an order pad into her apron pocket and leaned toward Will. “So how?”
“Easy,” Will shrugged. “Take off your shirt.”
“Take off my what?” Sid blinked, certain she’d heard wrong.
“I’ll second that suggestion,” Lucas said, his solid brows wiggling over dancing green eyes.
“Shut up, preppy.”
“You’re wearing a tank underneath there, right?” Will said. “I can see the white at the bottom.”
Sid tugged at the hem of her tee. “I always wear a tank. So?”
Will rolled her eyes. “So take off that T-shirt that’s two sizes too big and I guarantee your tips will triple.”
“You’re crazy. I’m not stripping just to win a bet.”
“No one’s suggesting you go topless.” Will backed off her stool. “That night you got dressed up at O’Hagan’s got me more tips in one night than I normally make in a weekend. Might as well use those curves to help yourself.
“There are curves under there?” Lucas tossed a bar rag over his shoulder. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Something took flight in Sid’s gut and an unfamiliar heat shot up from her toes. She couldn’t fight the blush so she reached for something familiar to cover. Anger.
“What happened to this being a family restaurant, huh? A few hours ago you were worried this shirt would offend someone. Now you want me to take it off.”
“Hey,” he said, throwing up his hands, “if you’re ashamed of whatever you keep under those manly clothes, just keep the shirt on.”
Lucas shoved a chilled glass under the beer tap but the sideways look he gave her said he knew exactly what he was doing. Damn him.
“Fine.” She turned on Will. “But if this doesn’t work, I’m coming after you.”
“It’ll work. Just don’t break any noses when guys start hitting on you.” Will turned to Lucas. “Thanks for the drink, Charming. I’d apologize for the killing you’re about to receive, but I have a feeling you’ll thank me later.”
With a wink she was gone, leaving Sid to wonder what the hell that meant.
“You’ve got customers waiting.” Lucas poured Will’s soda down the sink and dropped the glass in the strainer. “If you’re going to strip, get it over with and get back on the floor.”
Maybe she could stuff her shirt down his throat. “I’ll be right back.”
Sid ducked into the kitchen and headed for the office in the back. She took three deep breaths and recalled the memory of that night at O’Hagan’s when Beth had cleaned her up. Or girlified her, as Joe had deemed it. She could do this. What was the big deal?
Before losing her nerve, she ripped the black tee over her head and dropped it on the chair. Too bad the office didn’t have a mirror. No way would she run to the bathroom to check her reflection. A quick glance down revealed no obvious stains, and the light pink of her bra didn’t show through. Much.
Another deep breath.
Sid shot for casual as she cruised through the kitchen. As she rounded the end of the counter, she heard Chip holler and turned to see him stick his thumb in his mouth.
“You all right?”
“Uh muh,” he nodded, eyes wide and cheeks red.
“Did you cut yourself?”
“Gob distwacted.”
Sid nodded. “Um, okay.” Tucking a stray lock behind her ear, she stepped toward the kitchen doorway, only to hear a pan drop behind her. Turning, she found Flynn staring as if he’d seen a ghost. “You didn’t cut yourself too, did you?”
Flynn’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he grabbed a frying pan off the floor. He had to reach for it three times before catching the handle, since his eyes stayed on Sid.
“What?” she asked, throwing a hand on her hip.
“It’s just …” Flynn shook his head and continued to stare.
“Forget it,” Sid said, preferring the chaos on the floor to that in the kitchen. Maybe the guys were sneaking the liquor. She’d have to ask Patty if they did that. Didn’t seem like a good idea while working around fire and sharp objects.
She exited the kitchen to find one of the other waitresses at the side of the bar sorting her tickets. Tall and blonde with the body of a devout surfer and the tan to match, Daisy stood more than a head above Sid, but then everyone beat Sid in height. Her increased attitude made up for being vertically challenged.
Sid noticed her tray was empty.
“Where are my drinks?”
“Lucas had me deliver them. Natives were getting restless.” Daisy looked up. “I thought you were …”
“Thought I was what?”
“On a break.” Daisy stuffed the tickets in her apron and pulled a tray from beneath her arm. “I’m glad Mitch isn’t working today.”
Mitch being Daisy’s boyfriend, it seemed as if she’d have wanted him around. The waitress disappeared into the crowd without another word, leaving the mystery hanging. Sid shrugged and reached for her tray.
“Weird.”
Lucas was at the other end of the bar serving customers. She went back to the floor without the satisfaction of ripping his head off for making her look bad. Natives getting restless. Whatever. Charging over to the windows, she checked on the table where Daisy had delivered the drinks.
“Sorry for the holdup, folks. Did everyone get what they wanted?”
Two women occupied the left bench while two guys in ball caps held down the right. The guy on the end wore his hat backwards and his chin looked like the home of a Chia Pet. More clean-cut, guy two looked to be hiding a unibrow under his low-pulled cap, with sunglasses perched over the bill.
They looked the type to chest bump while watching football. Both stared at Sid in silence, while the woman across from Chia smacked her neighbor, who looked up from sipping her drink. The smackee didn’t look a day over nineteen. Sid would have carded her if she’d asked for anything stronger than soda.
Young thing’s straw danced between cubes as she dropped her glass to the table. Chia and shades sunk into their seats like someone had let the air out of the cushions. “We’ve got everything we could ask for now,” said one of the men. A thud came from under the table. “Ow!”
“Okay then.” Either these guys were lightweights who got a buzz off half a glass, or something weird was going around this restaurant. “Ready to place your order?”
Frat boys looked smacked dumb, so she turned to the women. Chia’s girl spoke up. “We’re ready.”
Sid waited, pen poised. Another thud and the guy closest to the window jerked upright. “We’ll each have the Dempsey All American with fries on the side for her,” he waved a hand toward the woman sitting across from him, “and onion rings for me.”
Sid dropped her hands to her hips. “Is that your girlfriend?” she asked.
“Yes, I am,” the woman answered for him.
“And he ordered for you like that? Dude. You should kick him again.”
“Hey.”
“I should.” Another thud.
