Fifteen Minutes With Jared
There was no hint at the start of Abbey’s evening that before her shift had ended she’d experience the fuck of her young life. Dennehy’s bar was its usual dingy self. Clientele the same rowdy bunch of jocks. Atmosphere noisy and on course for drunken mayhem by closing time. The music, however, was a cut above normal. “Who are these guys?” she asked Angelo, that evening’s head-barman. “The Devil’s Rejects,” he called above the din. “Pretty hot!” She poured frothing glasses of beer. “What,...