WHAT HE liked about helena was that she didn’t berate him or lecture him. she, of course, had no idea what he really did for a living. but she seemed resigned to the idea that he was almost always going to show up at her bar, looking like shit or even worse somedays. “sorry. it’s nice to see you too, helena,” he said, giving her a sarcastic half smile, though he winced internally as the movement hurt due to his split lip. he took the rag with ice from her, taking it and placing it above his bruised eye. a sigh of relief escaped him, before he looked at her. “what makes you think i pissed them off and not the other way around?”
helena never questioned because she knew that was better. plus she knew that if people walked to talk that they would. that was just one of the things that came with being a bartender. she shot him a grin, unable to help herself,” there you go.” she knew already that something had to have happened. her head tilted as he took the rag from her, pressing it above his eye. instantly she shook her head at his words,” because you are the one who is sporting a split lip and a shiner,” she paused in order to slide his finished drink across the counter,” so that means you likely said something or did something that they didn’t like and your face paid the price.”
