“I can go,” Odin offers.
“Me too, brother,” Torch offers.
“Bet,” Viking approves and flicks his eyes to Blaze. “Cousin, I need you to stick close to Princess now that Odin has been patched to Vice President. I know we briefly discussed it and all.”
“I promised you before I’d protect her with my life.”
Prez exhales and rubs his hand over his face. “I remember. I think she’s had enough time to move past any hard feelings she may have carried toward you too. It’s time to be a permanent move, and she knew it would be coming soon after Odin’s new patch.”
“You still want me manning the bar too?”
“No, my ol’ lady takes priority. She’s been through enough and Odin has offered her a sense of safety when I’m not around.”
He turns to Chaos. “I need you to take over handling the bar. I can ask Nightmare’s ol’ lady to bartend a few days a week to give you a break and also when you’re sent out on a run.”
“Chaos’ eyebrow shoots up. “I can open beers just fine, but I don’t know how to mix drinks and shit. I drank my fair share during my football days at parties and what not, but never made any of them.”
“Most of us know how to fix our own; I just need you back there until I can find someone else full time. Especially cause you’re the first line of defense through the main door. An enemy comes in, you take that shotgun behind the bar to their chest and ask questions later. I won’t fuck around after the club was stormed once before.”
“No problem, boss.”
“Good, anyone else have anything to add?”
We remain quiet, and he slams the gavel again. “Do your jobs and get the fuck out of my chapel!”