Dominic laughed out loud when he read the owl, shaking his head. Wasn't this the same man who'd punched Seamus in the face a few weeks ago?
That sounded like a promising start.
He wasn't going to work for a man who couldn't control himself, much less a pub. Besides, Dominic wasn't even gay. Why he prostituted himself to gay men was rather a mystery to him. More money, he supposed?
Bletchley,
I quit. Good luck running a pub you know nothing about.