by April Lust
“What’s that?” Jessica yelled over the music. “I couldn’t hear you, say again!”
“I’ve told you my order like sixteen times already!” the twenty-something, pimple-covered college kid yelled back at her. “You know, fuck it, just hand me the closest bottle of vodka you’ve got and I’ll pay for the whole thing.”
“No, no, just tell me what you want! I can get it for you!” Jessica screamed, wiping at her forehead to clear some sweat from her face. “You wanted two shots, or three?”
“Four! I wanted four!” the guy screamed. “Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you?”
That was it. Pax had had enough. He shuffled through the crowd until he reached the angry young man, clapping his hand down his shoulder, just hard enough to get his attention. “Out. Get out,” Pax said, nodding towards the door.
“What? I haven’t done anything!” the kid protested. “Look, we’re just trying to get our fucking drinks and this chick here can’t get her shit together, you should really—”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Pax said, shrugging dismissively. “Out. Now.”
The kid scoffed, but then when he looked up and down the length of Pax’s body, apparently surveying his muscles, his defiance melted away. He nodded at his friends and cut through the crowd, heading for the door. He shouted over his shoulder, in Pax and Jessica’s general direction, “Like we’re ever coming back to this fucking dump again!”
Jessica sighed deeply, loud enough that Pax heard it in between pulsing beats of the music above their heads, before cradling her head in her hands. There was a brief lull in the drink orders, where the other bartender was getting most of the traffic, so she at least had a few moments to collect herself. “You know, you didn’t have to do that,” she shouted at Pax once she straightened up and began wiping down the counter space directly in front of her. “I could have handled him.”
“I know,” Pax said. “He was just getting on my nerves.”
Jessica smiled a little at that, reaching under the bar for some whiskey and pouring out two shots. She pushed one of them towards Pax. “Drink up,” she said. “Listen, I’d be careful about kicking people out of the bar willy-nilly. I don’t think Tom would appreciate it if he knew you were tossing out every Tom, Dick, and Harry who happens to get an attitude with me.”
Pax shrugged and downed his shot, relishing the sweet burn of the whiskey in his stomach. This was one of the major benefits of working at a bar: free booze. “Look, I’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission, you know what I mean? As long as the crowds keep coming, Tom doesn’t have to know shit about who I’m throwing out.”
Jessica laughed, tossing her head back a little bit, revealing the tempting skin of her neck. God, I’d like to reach over and grab her by the throat and sink my teeth right into that… Pax inwardly shook himself out of it, refusing to let his brain finish that thought. He focused instead on the geeky, unashamed way she was laughing, chuckling much more than was called-for in response to Pax’s non-joke. He told himself that she was annoying for taking so much delight and pleasure in Pax’s presence. What the hell was up with that? He was a broody, impolite asshole. Nobody ever liked being around him. So there must have been something wrong with her. That much was certain.
“Takin’ my smoke break, see you later,” Pax said gruffly, turning on his heels and heading towards the back exit.
“Hey, wait!” Jessica called out after him. “I’ll go with you.”
He was tempted to turn back around and yell at her to stay put rather than irritate him on his break, but that would have been giving her a little bit too much verbal acknowledgement, and he’d already spoken to her enough today. He didn’t want to start up a habit of regular conversation with her, even if she was the most tolerable person in the building half the time.
So instead he went out through the back, pulling his cigs out of his pocket and lighting up by the time Jessica rushed up next to him, a wide, hopeful smile plastered over face. “Can I have one?” she asked, gesturing toward the pack of cigarettes.
“No,” Pax said, neglecting to add any excuse for his rejection. He did have a reason, though. Cigarettes were fucking expensive, and even with this new job it wasn’t like Pax had a lot of disposable income. He wasn’t about to give her one, especially since he didn’t want to encourage her to follow him out on every smoke break he took from now on.
But Jessica didn’t seem offended. She just shrugged and leaned back against the brick wall of the building behind them. “Well, anyways, I like this job so far. Do you?”
Pax shrugged, barely lifting his shoulders up in the barest possible acknowledgement of her question.
“My last job was a lot like this, except not as busy most days. I used to work a lot of the morning and afternoon shifts, too, so it wasn’t this crowded. But I like it! It’s nice being surrounded by a bunch of people, having lots of shit to do. It keeps you distracted, keeps the mind from wandering places.”
Pax was tempted to ask her where, exactly, her mind wandered to, but he held himself back. He sucked hard on his cigarette just to keep his mouth occupied, preventing him from engaging in conversation with her.
“Well, anyway, it’s a nice change of pace. I used to only serve drinks to bikers, can you believe that? I think that everybody in this town just thinks that’s normal, like that’s the expected everyday course of events or something, to have a goddamned biker gang run everything in town. But most people here have never lived anywhere else. I came here when I was 10, so I have some memory of living in the city before, and I know how normal people live, you know? Normal people don’t just wait hand and foot on the biggest, meanest guy in the room. Like, they’ve evolved past that. But not here! Here, we’re all living and dying according to the word of the guy that we think might kill us. Because that’s a normal way to live, right?” She scoffed through her shaking teeth, rubbing her bare shoulders against the cold.
“What?” Pax said, completely befuddled as to what was going on with this unexpected rambling rant. “Are you high or something?”
Jessica chuckled and shook her head, blowing into her hands for warmth. “Well, I might as well be, with all the mysterious smoke rolling around in the air in there,” she said with a sharp, high laugh.
Pax couldn’t help himself. The sound of her laughter was contagious, bubbling up inside of him until he had to let it out, fogging up the cold air around them with his breath.
That only made Jessica laugh harder, clutching her stomach for no reason. There was something frustratingly charming about that, the fact that she seemed to be so easily tickled by the simplest, stupidest things.
Pax finished sucking on his cigarette, flicking it away on the pavement under his feet. “You shouldn’t litter, you know,” Jessica said a second later, bending over to pick the fragments of his cigarette into her hand. “I’ll throw this away inside.”
“Nobody actually cares about the environment,” Pax said, the words slipping out of his mouth before his brain had a chance to stop them.
Jessica turned around and scowled at him, although the frown on her face soon melted into a sheepish smile. “I don’t know, I guess I’ve always been a stupid softie that way. What about you? Why don’t you care about littering or conservation or whatever?”
Pax really considered the question. For some reason, it felt much more serious than it should have, poking at his thoughts insistently until he landed on an equally serious answer. “I guess because of the war. You stop caring about the earth when you see a lot of people die over it.”
“Jesus,” Jessica exhaled heavily, stopping in her tracks to turn and look at Pax, her green eyes looking like they could pierce right through his chest. “That’s fucking real. What branch were you?”
“Army,” Pax said. Already he’d told her more about himself than he’d said to anyone since he got discharged. What the hell was going on with him? This wasn’t like Pax at all. He must have been feeling a little woozy from all t
he heat inside the crowded bar, that was all.
“My father was, too,” Jessica said. “Shit’s rough, man.”
“Yeah,” Pax said, holding himself back from saying anything else that might prolong this conversation, although at the same time his chest felt lighter than it had in months, at least. “Yeah,” he said again, gesturing for them to walk back inside, as they’d already exceeded the 3-minute smoke break policy.
They headed back into the crowded bar, going to their respective positions to tend to the bustling group of people, which had only grown larger since they’d been away. The minutes passed by without incident, and midnight slid into 1 AM slid into 2 AM, which crashed into closing time. Little by little, the crowds thinned out on their own, but near the very end of the night Pax noticed one guy close to the door. He was clutching his coat in his hands and staring across the bar at Jessica. Pax felt his heart harden in his chest as he put two and two together and realized what the guy was doing. He was waiting for Jessica’s shift to finish in order to hit on her as she walked home from work. Fucking scum-ball piece of shit, Pax thought as he marched over to the entrance area of the bar, fixing his hardest glare on the creep’s face.
“It’s not fucking happening tonight,” Pax said between gritted teeth. “Go home. Now.”
The middle-aged guy scoffed and narrowed his eyes in disbelief. Evidently, he hadn’t noticed Pax’s build or he was otherwise just out of his mind, given how much smaller and frailer he looked in comparison. “Listen, the lady’s going to finish up here, and I told her I’d wait on her, okay? So why don’t you back off and leave us alone?”
Pax chuckled, honestly amused by the blatant dishonesty and misplaced confidence of this sad, silly little man. He yelled over in the direction of the bar, “Yo! Jessica!”
She looked up from the bar, which she was scrubbing furiously with a hand towel, relief seeming to wash over her as she locked eyes with Pax. “Hey, what’s up?”
“This guy says you’re going home with him tonight. Is that true?”
She froze for a second, glancing down at the man, who clenched his fists and practically growled in anger.
“Uh, nope. Not true. Not sure where he got that from,” Jessica said, which as far as Pax was concerned was the nicest possible reaction she could have given to the situation.
“Fucking bitch,” the old guy muttered under his breath.
“Yeah, okay, time to go, buddy,” Pax said, turning on the little guy and grabbing him by the fabric of his shirt, shuffling them both to the front door until he could toss him out into the late winter snow.
He slipped back into the warmth of the now officially closed bar, locking up the front door for good measure before leaning back at it to stare at Jessica, who was still cleaning up around the bar area.
“Thank you,” Jessica murmured, not looking up from the bar. It was almost like she was embarrassed by the whole thing, as if it was at all her fault.
Pax shrugged. “It’s no problem. It’s my job, right?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Jessica said with a smile, putting the dirty dishrag in its designated spot before grabbing a broom behind the bar to sweep the floors. “But still. It’s nice to have you around. At least I know here I don’t have to worry about random guys getting in my face.”
“It was like that where you used to work?” Pax asked, curious despite himself. More and more he was slipping into the trap of actually initiating new lines of conversation with her. Jessica considered the question for a moment before shaking her head. “It wasn’t like guys got into my face or anything. My ex-boyfriend ran the joint and anyone would get curb-stomped if they tried anything, but he could always come up behind me and bother me and distract me from my work and stuff. It got annoying real quick.”
“Well, I’ll make sure people stay out of your way,” Pax said, watching as Jessica quickly swept up the dust and grime from the floors, eventually leaving the place about as spotless as it was before any of the customers came in earlier that night.
As she put the broom away and shrugged her jacket on, Pax noticed that Jessica was biting at the edge of her lips, clearly conflicted about something.
“What’s up?” he finally asked her. It made him uncomfortable, seeing her mentally struggle without saying anything.
“I was just wondering if maybe you could walk me home?” Jessica asked, looking up at him through her bountiful eyelashes, as if she was too bashful to meet his eyes directly. “It’s just that the guy from earlier might be waiting down the block for me or something, and I clearly pissed him off, so I was just wondering…” She trailed off, shaking her head at herself. “It’s fine, though. I’m sure he’s not doing anything.”
“I can give you a ride,” Pax said, grabbing his car keys out of his pocket. “Come on. Let’s go.”
They passed the ride home in almost complete silence, but it wasn’t awkward or anything. It felt almost as comfortable and relaxed as Pax felt when he was riding by himself. Maybe it was just because Jessica was tired, but she didn’t seem as motivated to run her mouth. But for some reason, as he dropped her off at her shabby little apartment and watched her walk inside to safety, he missed the sound of her voice a little bit. Clearly, some wiring in his brain had misfired, because he never wanted to hear anybody talk, ever. But there was just something about Jessica. She got under his skin, much too easily for his liking.
If he was being honest with himself, it scared the shit out of him. I’ll ask for different shifts tomorrow at work, he told himself as he drove back to his own place. But somehow, he already knew that wasn’t going to happen. He would see her the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, until he became so accustomed to seeing her face that it was the first thing he looked forward to when he woke up in the morning.
Fuck, he thought to himself as he climbed into bed. This is not good.
Chapter Five
Jessica
“Goddammit,” Jessica whined, dropping her fork in her sink with a deep sigh. Her kitchen sink was officially fucked up, and it was beyond her skill level to fix it. She’d have to call a plumber, which she couldn’t exactly afford even though she had been making decent money in tips at the Gorge over the past several weeks.
“Ugh!” she groaned to herself, smacking the side of the counter and accidentally hurting herself in the process. “Ow, ow, ow, fuck.” Jessica cradled her head in her hands, trying to gather her thoughts together so she could come up with a plan.
She couldn’t call a plumber. She just couldn’t. Goddamn, she hated thinking this way because it suggested she was weak and helpless and stupid, but it really would have been nice to have Gary’s network of handymen available right now. But no, she couldn’t do that. If she called Gary and asked for his help, she’d just be opening the door back up to reigniting their relationship, and that was unacceptable.
But who else could she call? It wasn’t like she had family members left in town who could help, and Macie probably didn’t know any more about plumbing than Jessica did. Arnold was a landlord, so maybe he knew something about it, but he was so closely affiliated with Gary that she didn’t trust him enough to call him.
Fuck it, she thought, reaching for her phone on the counter to send a text message. “Hey, Pax, it’s Jessica. Do you know anything about plumbing, by any chance?”
She’d gotten his number from a board at work. Tom told them all to write their names, numbers, and e-mail addresses in case they ever had to switch shifts at the last minute. There was really no point in copying Pax’s down. After all, it wasn’t like he could cover for her at the bar. She didn’t think he’d ever mixed a drink before in his life.
Jessica was just about to send a panicked apology text, swearing to never contact him again, when her phone notified her that she’d gotten a response. “A little bit,” Pax texted her back. Jessica wasn’t sure what to make of that. Was he annoyed? Pissed? Completely apathetic? He was so fucking hard to read, even now that she’
d gotten into the habit of going out with him on every other smoke break he took when they were working together.
But then the next second he texted her again. “What do you need?”
Jessica breathed a sigh of relief, rapidly typing out her response and explaining the sink situation. “Be over in fifteen minutes,” Pax responded.
She didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt a wave of panic wash over her, completely different than the worry she’d felt about the sink. She just suddenly realized that she was dressed in the most drab, loose-fitting sweatpants she had in her entire wardrobe, her hair unwashed and pulled back into a messy, lopsided bun. In a word, she looked tragic. And she didn’t even have enough time to shower and get ready before Pax got there. She didn’t have time to question why she was at all concerned with Pax’s opinion about her looks; she was too busy rushing to her room to slip on a tighter shirt and jeans and pull her hair back into a more appealing ponytail.