At midnight, every night, Connie, or her Tuesday replacement, either Chuck or Little Red, spun the vertical wheel behind the bar, next to the spicy peanuts in the big goldfish bowl.
Whatever the wheel landed on was half off for the rest of the night.
All the slots on the wheel were the same size, Jack and Coke, Blue Moon, Alabama Slammers, everything, all equal, except there was a tiny sliver between two screws that said jackpot and if the wheel landed on that the whole bar got a round on the house.
Sticky Wyman was in the bar now, and was the only person there who had been in the bar on April Fools Day 2007, the last time the wheel landed on the free drinks.
Sticky looked over at Cal Harris at about 11:57, and let Cal see his eyes wander around all the strangers in the bar.
Without a word, without a damn word, just with the look, Cal knew Sticky was hoping that the wheel didn’t land on free drinks tonight.
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