Carrie flipped the lids off a line of beers. "That's twenty-eight bucks, honey." She glanced around at the others. Rachael was on the bar, dancing to an old Guns N' Roses song, and Lil was talking to a guy over the bar. Cammie had to admit, he was cute, and after her permanent break-up with Al, she felt she could use someone to squeeze. Then again, judging by the muscles bulging under his shirt, maybe he'd be squeezing her, she thought naughtily. As she started undressing him with her eyes, Lil pulled out the bullhorn. "Hey, everybody listen up! I've got a treat for you. A new bartender!" All the man in the bar cheered, waiting for another tight-bodied girl to start dancing. "But this one's, uh, a little different. Since I opened this bar, I've had dozens of girls come in here, and I'm sure you've enjoyed them all!" The crowd cheered again. "Well, this one not exactly for you. This one's for the girls. Gentlemen, and more importantly, ladies, hailing from the dry deserts of Australia, let's hear it for Outback Jack!" the man shocked Cammie by jumping onto the bar and smiling broadly. The crowd still cheered, but she could hear a lot more women screaming then men. Cammie watched as Outback Jack strutted along the bar, throwing moves in every now and then. Well, Cammie thought, he's got style. Jack pulled a woman up onto the bar and started grinding against her, and the women in the bar screamed even louder. Lil came over and poured shots next to her. "Hey, Cammie."
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to have to make a new rule. No dating co-workers." Cammie smiled, but felt just the tiniest bit disappointed. Sill, she couldn't help it if she accidentally rubbed up against him while they were dancing, could she?