Awakened (THE MIDWEST MONSTERS #1) by Stephanie Kazowz EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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The hint of cigarette smoke tickled my nose as I opened the heavy wooden
door to Penny’s. Despite the smoking ban going into effect a couple of
years before, the smell lingered in every bar in town. “Andy, baby. I need
two shots of Old Crow and a tallboy of PBR!”
Andy let out a gruff laugh and nodded, never looking up from the tap
where he was pouring a pitcher.
Leaving my umbrella at the door, I dragged my waterlogged feet across
the welcome mat. I shuffled across the forest green, beer-stained carpet to
the bar and caught my reflection behind a Coors logo. A deep frown
welcomed me to my home away from home, which was a depressing-ass
thought. Trying to avoid my pathetic face, I turned away only to have
“Michelob” slash through the ratty bun on top of my head.
Why the hell do bars have so many mirrors? And why the hell do beer
companies slap their logos on them?
I sighed, hung my damp hoodie on the back of a tall bar stool, and
hoisted my ass into the seat. From this spot, the bottles lining the back of
the bar would keep me from making blood-shot eye contact with myself as
the night progressed into an inevitable shitshow.
I was there to celebrate.
Well, kind of.
For the first time in three weeks, I finally felt . . . I finally felt
something. I couldn’t say it was happy or even hopeful, but I didn’t feel like
my life was over, so there was that.
Avoiding the loved-up couple down the bar, I stared vacantly at the TV
hanging in the corner. I wasn’t really watching until a photo flashed across
the screen that made me sit up a little straighter. There was something
familiar about the young woman.
The TV was muted, but the closed captions told the same story that was
becoming all too common: Woman in her early to mid-twenties goes
missing—weres suspected. The anchors took potshots at wolf packs,
suggesting that we were all backward-ass, women-hating maniacs, but that
wasn’t surprising. We were monsters to them.
Never mind the hunters that were basically public-approved serial
killers running around offing supernaturals and getting their lawyer fees
crowdfunded.
But we were the monsters. Bullshit.
Before I could place where I knew her, Andy slammed two double shots
of whiskey in front of me and cracked open my tallboy. With a tight smile,
he said, “That’ll be $15.00 even.”
“Aw, come on, Andy. It’s my last night in Kirksville. Isn’t there a rule
that I can’t pay for my own drinks?”
He sighed and fixed me with an annoyed look. “Les, you’ve drank for
free for the past three weeks. I didn’t want to ask for money while you were
a snotty, crying mess, but—”
I mumbled out, “I wasn’t crying.”
“Yes. Yes, you were. Don’t be ashamed, honey. I don’t think I would’ve
left the house if I were in your shoes.” I opened my mouth to tell him I was
fine, but he powered on. “My point is, now that you’ve returned to
functioning with a dry face, it’s time to pay the piper, or in this case, the
bartender.”
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