Three Mages and a Margarita

Broke, almost homeless, and recently fired. Those are my official reasons for answering a wanted ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig.



It went downhill the moment they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview-to see if I'd mesh with their "special" clientele. I think that part went great. Their customers were complete dickheads, and I was an asshole right back. That's the definition of fitting in, right?



I expected to get thrown out on my ass. Instead, they . . . offered me the j...