The argument raged inside Casey’s so loudly you could hear it over the jukebox, in the ladies room, parking lot, everywhere.
Grease tried to ignore it but chimed in. This was gonna lead to violence. They all knew.
Grease was gonna walk away when Albie rushed him, then they were on the pool table, slugging.
Grease managed to grab a ball from underneath him and shattered Albie’s cheekbone.
Casey himself put a gun to Grease’s head.
Grease stood.
“Sorry, boss. This mean I’m fired? ”
Casey chuckled. “No way. Back in the kitchen. I’d never find a better cook than you.”
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