Starla Hawkins shifted her jaw in irritation as she pressed her lips into a grim line. The group of gentlemen, if you wanted to call them that, currently ensconced in the North Stars private party room was on her last mother-loving nerve. As the North Stars owner, shed decided it was her position to take one for the team and wait on the party herself. Shed rather do that than subject her staff to a rude bunch of businessmen from back east.
The group hadnt bothered to call ahead and reserve the room, not that anyone had previously asked for it for tonight, and Sunday nights tended to be a little slow anyway, but it was the principle of the thing. Shed had it up to here with entitled city fucks rolling in like they owned the place. Hell, some of the locals were bad enough.