Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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Friday night at Magnolia Bar and Grill was a saving grace. Thankfully the weekend crowd was so much better than the weekly crowd. It was a pretty rowdy place but I kept up easily and made out with a ton of tips that night.
I'd be able to cover the cost of the parts for the bus and also still have a little leftover.
Fran and I closed the bar and restaurant area, chatting about our weekly plans when Topper comes barreling in, knocking into a couple of tables.
He scrambles over to me and I let out a laugh as he jumps and nuzzles his nose into my stomach, "Hello, Topper." I greet and squeeze his cute face between my hands.
"How'd we do tonight, ladies?" Caleb walks over and yanks the dog down by his blue-collar and gives a playful pat on his back leg, "Go on! Go clean the floors!" He shoos but the dog sticks close to me.
Fran begins to give Caleb the breakdown of the drawer while I stack the chairs onto the tables. Caleb begins helping me and makes comments to Fran about the good night.
"Aspen here did really good. She's better than me, boss." Fran admits with a smile and crosses her arms, leaning a hip against the counter behind the bar.
"Fran, not tonight." Caleb moans and ruffles his dirty blond hair while I finish stacking the chairs.
"Damnit, Caleb. I want that management position."
"I can't afford to put you on salary." He argues but his words lack any sort of malice.
"I call bullshit." Fran snorts.
"Fran, I can't. If every night was like tonight then yes. But we are dead as all hell during the week."
I'm speaking before I even realize it, "Have you considered the poor state of the exterior? I mean, this place is an actual shit hole. No tourist would step foot inside."
Fran cackles a loud laugh while Caleb gives me a look of warning, "I had to fix the interior first. The exterior is on the to-do list." He glares at Fran, speaking to her directly, "When I have the funds, I'll fix the 'shit hole' state outside." Then he returns a look to me that causes a grin to pull at my lips.
I shrug a shoulder, preferring the poor exterior, hoping whoever killed my sister either shows up or someone who knows something would come here.
I know expecting a Frat boy to come here is a stretch, but drunk people talk. Maybe I'll get lucky one of these nights and someone will share a rumor they heard from a friend of a friend?
Chyette showed up right on time to pick me up from work and we drove to his apartment where I crashed on the couch within minutes of showering and brushing my teeth.
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The sorority house is just as I remember Foxy explaining it. It was large, the inside had an aroma of mixing perfumes and body sprays while the sound of music, hairdryers, and chatter consistently filled the halls and rooms of the large house.
