Kiss My Cupcake(15)

“I’ve been coming here since I was legal to drink.” She winks. “Every time I come home this is the place I go to meet up with friends. It has the perfect ambiance. It’s quirky, cool and has the most amazing drinks.” She goes on to talk about the special cocktail she’s currently drinking, and her love of jalape?o-infused margaritas. “So it got me thinking, I have this road trip coming up and I need to know where the best bars are in the Pacific Northwest. What are the funkiest places, the ones with the best drink menus, the coolest vibe, the best food between San Francisco and Seattle? I want the bars that have it all. Drop your nominations in the comments and make sure you link their social media so I can check them out! And don’t forget to use the hashtag ‘toritaylorbestbars!’ Maybe your favorite bar will be a stop on my road trip! And best of all, the winner will not only be featured on my channel, but I’ve made a deal with the Food and Drink network to showcase the best bar! Check my site for more details!” She makes a heart with her hands, kissy lips the screen, winks and signs off.

“You have to enter this!” Daphne declares. “We need to get everyone we know to nominate Buttercream and Booze for best bar! Can you even imagine how amazing it would be for business if you were featured on Tori’s channel, let alone on Food and Drink?”

“It could make your career.” Paul starts scrolling through the comments. “This video has been up for an hour and there are thousands of nominations. What’s the name of the pub next door?”

“The Knight Cap,” Daphne and I say at the same time.

“It’s already in here a bunch of times.” Paul shows me his phone.

“Of course it is.” I roll my eyes. “I’m sure Lumberjerk held everyone at axe point until they gave him a raving review.”

Daphne slides her chair closer, pulls up The Knight Cap’s social media and starts comparing our social media posts, because that’s her specialty. I’m getting better at staging photos, but since Daphne is still building her portfolio, she’s happy to give me advice when I need it.

“You have twice as many followers as The Knight Cap. And your posts are way prettier. Although, I have to admit, the Lumberjerk isn’t hard to look at.”

Paul makes a face. “Man, this guy wears a lot of plaid.”

I throw my hands up in the air. “Yes! Exactly! Every freaking day it’s plaid, plaid, and more plaid!”

“Well that’s the uniform over there, isn’t it?” Daphne says.

“Don’t defend the plaid.”

Daphne shrugs. “It kinda works for him, though.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I am on your side, but I’m also allowed to appreciate a hottie, and this guy is smokin’, with or without the plaid. I will say, though, it’s clear that he doesn’t have a professional helping him with this. All of these pictures are candid and based on the number of selfies from the bartender I’m going to hazard a guess that he’s the one posting most of this stuff.” Daphne shows me an image of a younger guy, smirking at the camera while Ronan pours a pint in the background.

“Let’s hope they don’t hire anyone then, because I’d like to keep the social media leg up on him. And hot or not, we need to do better than the whole axe-throwing thing he’s got going on over there.”

“Mmm, it’s a double draw, isn’t it? Hot guys and axe throwing in a college town is high on the yes-please scale.”

As if they can hear us talking through the wall—which they can’t, the plywood is thick and the music is loud enough that the low thump of bass makes the floor vibrate—a thud, followed by shouts of approval and some muffled chanting, makes all of us jump. “Someone hit the target.” And based on the chanting, it was the resident Lumberjerk.

Daphne taps her lip with a manicured nail. “You know what we need to do?”

“Steal all of the axes and break off the handles?” Paul suggests.

“Axes can be replaced and theft isn’t a good way to get ahead. We need to fight axes with cupcakes.” Daphne makes a face and waves that comment away. “What I mean is that we should roll the cupcake-drink theme into events.”

“You want to have a salted caramel event?” I ask.

“No. Well, yes. Kind of. Like we come up with different theme nights to draw in new customers the same way we have theme cupcakes and drinks every day. We need something buzz-worthy that’s going to help us get more nominations.”

“Okay. So what can we do that’s better than axe throwing? And I don’t want to do something that’s super dangerous.” The last thing I want is someone chopping off a vital body part. I can barely handle a paper cut without getting woozy.

“We could hold a cupcake-decorating contest. Winner gets a fifty-dollar gift card? That way the money goes back into Buttercream and Booze.”

“Ooooh! I like this. That could be super fun.”

“Exactly!” Daphne agrees. “I don’t know that we need to try to compete with The Knight Cap. Your clientele is during the day and into the evening, where Lumberjerk caters to the evening and late night crowd. So I think we need to focus on what attracts people here and what we can do to keep them entertained for as long as possible.”

“Okay, so we need to poll our customers and find out what other kinds of events they’d be interested in. Karaoke is always a winner, and trivia nights are super fun. I always loved a good poetry slam night back when I was in college.”