Rafe had swished down at least three beers you’d poured for him at The Island Club country club. Most Kooks were around with their families on the simmering afternoon. Rafe mindlessly cared for you regardless of you working - slipping $20 bill tips under his drink, behind the counter for you.

He couldn’t help it. He loved to spoil you. He had nothing better to do and money to waste.

On hour five of you being behind the country club bar, you were exhausted from your long closing shift yesterday. Lifestyles were different for you and Rafe. Between being a Kook, and being the thing before you become a Kook. He gulped a bit of his beer, speaking up. “When are you off?”