“Damn shame what these druggies are

“Damn shame what these druggies are doing to this town,” Melvin went on, oblivious to the eyes on him. He took a hefty swig of his beer. “This used to be a good town, a good place. Now we have them keeling over dead, bullet wounds to their heads. Freaking shame.”
“Kyler,” the girl whispered as she talked to him slowly. “Um . . . ?”
He said nothing as his gaze moved to me. Before I could speak, Melvin decided he wasn’t done. “Can’t say it’s a shame about Rooster, though. Who didn’t see that messy end coming for him? He was nothing but a lowlife and—”
“Are you wanting wings or fries today?” I asked, hoping to distract him before he sent the poor couple running off into the night screaming bloody murder.
Distracted by my question, he eventually grumbled out an order for wings. As I left to place that order, the couple’s wings and fries were ready. When I returned, I was thanking the heavens that Melvin’s buddy had showed up and they moved away from the bar.
“Sorry about that,” I said, placing the baskets on the counter. “We usually don’t have those kinds of problems.”
The guy leaned in. “Was there really a body on your porch?”
I winced. “Yeah. Long story.”
“Whoa,” he murmured, sitting back.
The door swung open again, and I looked up, spying Katie strolling in. I knew the exact moment the girl saw her, because her eyes grew even wider. Might have something to do with the fact Katie was wearing a hot pink fishnet dress over what appeared to be a bikini. Or pasties. I didn’t want to look long enough to figure it out.
Grinning, she bounced over to where I was at. “Girl, you look good today. Despite the fact you got dead bodies dropping on your head.”
Oh. My. God.
“Actually, you look like someone who got recently laid,” she continued, and my mouth dropped open. “Yeah, you do. You so do.”
I was seriously beginning to wonder if she really did have super stripper abilities or something. But I was not discussing this with complete strangers sitting right next to us. “You on break, Katie?”
“Nope. Heading into work. Thought I’d pop over and make sure you weren’t rocking in a corner somewhere, whispering to yourself out of trauma or some shit.”
“I’m totally okay,” I told her. “But thanks for checking on me.” And I really meant that.
She started to say something, but then Jax appeared at the end of the hall, coming from the recesses of the office. He glanced over at me and winked. I felt a stupid grin curve on my lips.
“He totally got in your pants,” she stage-whispered, and the guy sounded like he choked on a chicken wing.
Jax moseyed off, and before I could even figure out how to handle that statement, Aimee turned to us, displaying an elegant twist of her neck.
“He’s so hot, isn’t he?” she said, batting big eyes at me. “Jax, that is.”
Rolling his eyes, Nick turned away from her and moved to the bottles at the back of the bar.
I opened my mouth, but Katie beat me to it. “Bitch, are you on the crack? Because I’m pretty sure that hot boy named Jax was just all winking at Calla over here and didn’t even see you sitting there. Just FYI.”
I pressed my lips together so hard I thought they’d split as Aimee’s face reddened. She stared at Katie for a moment and then whirled around, flouncing off in the direction of where Jax was grabbing empty glasses and baskets off the table.
I sighed.
Katie turned to me. “I’m gonna yippie-ki-yay that bitch out of this bar one of these days. Mark my words, hand to God, and all that jazz.”
Why did I suddenly have visions of Bruce Willis?
Then she flounced off in the opposite direction, toward the door.
My gaze drifted to where the young couple sat, their eyes wide and their mouths slightly agape. They looked at me in unison. "Welcome to mona's" I said dryly.