Nine-Tenths of the Law by L. A. Witt

Author:L. A. Witt [Witt, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay, Romance, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9781609280338
Google: MvX35EKaZJcC
Amazon: 1609280784
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Published: 2010-05-10T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Dylan and I leaned against the box office, watching one mob of customers exit Auditorium Three while another funneled into Two. We’d had a problem with theatre hoppers recently and were determined to bust them.

“This is why we shouldn’t schedule them so fucking close together,” Dylan grumbled.

“If we add any more time between them, we’ll have to reduce showings.” I watched a couple of teenagers come out of the auditorium. They paused, eyes darting back and forth as they talked behind their hands.

One of them looked right at me, and I swore he blanched. I raised one eyebrow, and the kid elbowed his friend, then half-dragged him toward the exit. I watched them until they were gone, trying not to laugh when the kid shot me a nervous glance just before they disappeared outside. That’s right, you little bastards. I’m onto you.

“Zach, are you listening to me?”

I turned to Dylan. “Sorry, I was giving some kids the evil eye. What’s up?”

He gave a sharp, impatient huff. “What I was saying,” he said, “was that we might want to consider staggering showings by fifteen or twenty more minutes.”

“We’ve been over this,” I said. “That adds up. We’ll end up cutting showings and having employees on the clock longer for the fewer showings. I’d rather lose a few dollars to these little shits than increase payroll and lose showings.”

“Okay, fair enough, but—” Dylan suddenly stiffened. “Hoppers.”

I craned my neck. “Where?”

“Kid in the red T-shirt and the one in the Yankees cap,” he said. “Just came out of Three and are going into Two.”

“All yours,” I said.

“Thieving little bastards,” he muttered, and shouldered his way into the sea of people to throw the theatre hoppers out. I cursed under my breath and shook my head. We didn’t exactly show films that appealed to high school students, so I wondered if they just did this to get their kicks. I could certainly think of more entertaining things to do than sitting through a two-hour foreign film just for the thirty-second thrill of sneaking into another two-hour foreign film for free, but what did I know?

Either that or they just liked indulging in the somewhat less stringent restrictions on full-frontal nudity and sexual content in films from other countries. That thought made me chuckle to myself. I couldn’t blame them entirely. Some of those scenes were well worth sitting through two hours of subtitles.

Shaking my head, I started toward the office to finish some paperwork so I could leave on time and meet Nathan.

“Hey, boss,” a voice behind me said.

I turned around to see Max striding toward me. The door to the projector-room stairwell banged shut behind him and I barely kept myself from groaning. No, no, don’t say it. Don’t. Not today. Please—

He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. “Projector’s down again.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. He didn’t need to explain any further. Without a word—aside from the long, colorful tirade in my mind—I followed him upstairs. Fortunately, there were no more showings in Auditorium One that day, but it still needed to be fixed.

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