Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Jave Joe's new betting pool
Marissa looked at the huge dry erase board Mooney had installed along the short back wall of Java Joe’s on the second anniversary of her opening the coffee shop. It was huge, ran floor to ceiling and had little whimsical baskets to hold the dry-erase markers and erasers. It also, at the moment, had what looked like a betting pool. In one column, the bet was for what White Fang was going to change his name to. The next column was for who was going to change their name next. And the third was… coffee vs beer? She shook her head, knowing full-well her kids were behind this. Rattigan’s was famous for their betting pools. Her stepsons were famous for being pissed about not being able to join in, since it was a bar.
“So, you going to get rid of that thing?” Sheriff Coltrane asked. Marissa looked over her shoulder at the wily old peace officer. She had long since stopped jumping when he snuck up on her.
“Na,” she replied. There are worse things than giving the youngsters of the Peak someplace to blow off a little steam. Besides, if they are committing their mischief in plain view of me, then they aren’t committing it elsewhere for us to find later.” The sheriff chuckled.
“True enough, Miss Marissa. True enough. But what if they end up having to pay out all those bets?”
“The bets are all for baked goods, frappies, and hot chocolate,” Marissa said with a smile. “If they lose their shirts, they can pay out in IOUs and I’ll get it back outa their hides through hard work.”
“Well, that does make this all sound better,” the sheriff agreed with another chuckle. “I have to say, you sure have been good for those McMahon boys. And their daddy, too. I never would have expected a tiny little thing like you to handle them so well.”
“It’s because she’s meaner than she looks,” Mooney said as he swooped up from behind her to lay a reverse bear hung on her. Marissa leaned her head back and kissed his chin.
“I’m not mean,” she replied with a smirk. “I just know what carrot to dangle before you. You do what I want, you get what you want…”
Posted by Rebecca Gillan