Red Onion

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A story about a guy going to a bar for drinks and to talk to a few girls, kind of long at 5,400 words...

Submitted: March 24, 2018

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“Red Onion”

 

He just watched

as time dripped

away

taking with it

what was left

of his night

off

he couldn’t take

another hour

of solitude,

something inside

him

was pushing him

to go out

and at the

very least

be among

people

maybe even

a little conversion,

so he cleaned

up

took a shower

then changed

into a pair of

Levi’s 501’s

very worn

with a few

well placed

holes

the jeans were

a given

if he wasn’t

wearing shorts

he was in

a pair of

“501’s”,

now for the

shirt

he couldn’t

decide

some sort of

sports team

gear

was an easy

choice

but he was

after female

attention,

true

many of the

ladies

would be wearing

colors

of some kind

themselves

but hoodies

and jerseys

were all very

baggy

and the women

know

they are favored

by the fat

guys

or should he

say

husky

he has been

working on his

P.C. correctness,

anyways

they did a

good job

of hiding years

of a beer

and potato chip

diet

but on the

other end

of the spectrum

the skinny guys

liked how

the hoodies

and other baggy

gear

gave them a

heavier look

but when they

were lucky

enough

to talk their

way

back home

with a woman

she might be

surprised

when she pulls

off his hoodie

and she sees

she brought

home

a guy with

the body of

a tootsie roll,

then of course

there is always

the chance

you spend the

night

defending

the honor of

your team

to a bunch

of loud mouth

drunks

and that’s

not what he

was after,

he was on

his own tonight

and worked

hard

to stay in

shape

so he went

with a white

thermal

that hugged

his upper body

and set off his

summer tan

a look that

wasn’t pretty

he was hoping

for a rugged

cool vibe

then he threw

in

a brand new

pair of Retro

Van’s High Tops,

he had read

somewhere

the first thing

women looked

at

was the shoes

the article

didn’t say why

they did that

he was guessing

it wasn’t the

shoes

but how big

their feet were

trying to get

a benchmark

of his size

in a another

category

which made

him

wonder

if some guys

wore

extra-large shoes

to help promote

that kind of

thinking

he made a

mental note

to ask one

of his sister’s

sluttier friends

if the thing

about the feet

was true,

he takes a

shot of whisky

then calls a

cab

he only lives

three miles away

from the bar

he’s heading to

an easy walk

for him

but he didn’t

want to start

the night

all sweaty

and have to

cool down

and try to

get into a

relaxed mode

as soon as

he got there,

he takes two

more shots

before the cab

rolled-up

not trying to

get drunk

just trying to

get his body

and mind

on an even

ride

for the night

ahead

he grabs his

sunglasses

as the cab

taps its horn

announcing

its arrival

there is nothing

worst

than waking up

somewhere

unexpected

and having to

fight the

early morning

sun

all the way

back home

throw a

hangover

into the mix

and you wouldn’t

let it happen

to you

twice,

he sticks his

license

in his left

pocket

and his cash

in his right

he has all

the bills

facing the same

way

and in order

of denomination

he never carries

a wallet

and always pays

in cash

cash is king

especially if

you’re a good

tipper

it’s a lot easier

for bartenders

to hide their

tips

from the IRS

when there cash,

he jumps into

the back of

the cab

glances at the

cabbie’s I.D.

and uses his

first name

as he calls

out

his destination

“Jimmy,

take me to

the “Red Onion”

the driver

takes a second

to look in

his rearview

mirror

thinking maybe

he should know

him

but says nothing

and just lowers

his flag

taking him from

secure solitude

and store bought

liquor

to a busy

packed

den of wolves

and bad behavior

that is serving

over-priced

drinks,

but it is

Friday night

and it will be

filled with

real people

half of which

hopefully

will be young

women

he asks Jimmy

how his night

has been going

and if anything

was happening

worthy of note

cabbies

always seem to

have their

finger

on the pulse

of the night

Jimmy

looks into the

rearview

and looks at

him

as he answers

“not really

but if you

strike out

at the “Onion”

call me

I’ll pick you

up

and take you

to a place

with lots of

beautiful girls

where the action

is guaranteed”

he hands him

a card

that reads

“Massages,

that will make

you

Happy,

Walk-in’s

Welcome”

with his cell

written on the

back

“thanks Jimmy

I’ll keep you

in mind”

as he tucks

the card

into his left

front pocket

he has Jimmy

drop him off

in the back

parking lot

of the “Onion”

it just doesn’t

look right

getting out of

a cab

right at the

front door

besides

coming in the

backdoor

he just might

be able to

skip the cover,

he can hear

the noise

of the bar

long before

he gets to

the open door

and sitting on

a well worn

bar stool

was a big

black bouncer

with arms

that had a

circumference

larger than his

waist

he just handed

him

five bucks

and held out

his hand

to get stamped

which the guy

does without

saying a word

he has a feeling

this guy doesn’t

have to do

very much talking

to get people

to do what

ever he wanted

done

one thing he

knew however

from his

time

in bars

and other

questionable

places

was that no

matter

how big you

are

there is always

someone who is

bigger

meaner

and crazier,

he scanned the

bar

looking over

the crowd

as he made

his way to

one of the

many counters

where you could

get a drink

with hard

alcohol,

and others

that were just

beer

in both bottles

and cans

floating in

big tubs

of ice water

with beers on

tap also

all served by

young women

dressed in the

skimpiest of

fluorescent

shorts and

halter tops

beneath black

lights

all these girls

are owning the

right kind of

body

to make that

look work

for them,

he walks up

to the counter

of one of the

hard liquor bars

and orders a

double Crown

straight

with a bottle

of bud

the bartender

a good looking

woman of 40ish

brings him a

long pour of

a double Crown

“Thanks”

he says

as he slides

her a twenty

“but could I

get a bud

in the bottle

also”

“I would if

I could Hon

but all the

bottled beer

is scattered

about

if you’re ok

with draft

I can do that”

she says

as she slides

him back his

change

“no thanks”

is all he says

as he pushes

two ones

back in her

direction

she smiled

at him

and tapped

the counter

as she took

his tip

he normally

tipped

at least a

buck a round

a good rapport

with a bartender

can go along

way,

he hated draft

beer

half the time

the beer was

stale

or he would

get Bud-lite

instead of Bud

or even worst

Coors

so he always

went with a

bottle,

a tub of

ice cold Bud

was only thirty

feet away

a cheap ploy

to get you

to drink faster

and pony up

more tips

which wasn’t

a big deal

and if all you

wanted was a

beer

it was usually

faster

but what got

him

was the girls,

the first girl

was one of

your typical

California blonds

tan

with a body

that had plenty

of everything

the other was

an Asian

with a face

so perfect

you’d think

she should be

doing the channel

12 weather

he thought about

that last sentence

for a minute

was that remark

racist

he meant it

as a compliment

he’ll ask

one of the

Asians

he works with

on Monday

anyways

the problem with

the girls was

they were all

so overpowering

pretty,

hot

and sexy

in their shorts

and tops

and all that skin

with the lights

dancing across

their bodies

it was all

too much

an overload

of sexual

energy

he looks at

his double

Crown

sitting there all

alone

takes a drink

of it to clear

his throat

then he looks

over at the

girls

standing on a

slightly raised

platform

why are they

on a platform

it seems harder

for them to

work from

up there,

he got his

money ready

wanting this

to go as

smoothly as

possible

he walks over

to them both

and before he

can say a word

the blond

spins around

to face him

“What can I

get you”

she shouts

leaning forward

towards him

her breasts

just kind of

bouncing to

the music

right in front

of his eyes

he’s not sure

how long it

took

before he got

“Bud in the

bottle”

out of his

mouth

the blond shouts

“one Bud bottle”

behind her

and the Asian

sings it back

the tubs of

beer

are not on

the platform

the Asian girl

has to bend

way down

to get it

his eyes

going from

breasts

to ass

and then back

again

“could you make

it two Buds”

he says

handing her a

twenty

“another Bud bottle”

she shouts

handing him back

twelve singles

knowing that

if she gave

him a ten

and two ones

at best

the tip would

be two bucks

the Asian girl

turns around

with a smile

and gives him

the two beers

then goes to

help someone

else

he’s still unable

to raise his

eyes

as he hands her

five singles

and says

“this is for

both of them”

“very funny”

she laughs

as she takes

the singles

“No, No,

I meant

both of you”

pointing to

the other girl

“I know sugar

I’m just giving

you a hard time,

besides

they do get

jealous

of one another”

she says

taking her hands

and juggling a

breast with

each one

before moving on

to her next

customer,

“well now I

Know what

the platform

is for”

he mumbles

as he makes

his way

back to his

stool

with two

ice cold Buds

in the bottle

in hand

he sits

takes a drink

from one of

the bottles

then upends

his double Crown

the bartender

returning

spins two

cocktail napkins

down in front

of him

and sets a

beer

on each one

“would you like

another shot

of Crown”

she asks

“please,

make it a double”

he says

he looks back

over

at the girls

on the platform

able now to

take in all

their curves

and bends

from this safe

distance

without

choking on his

tongue

he watches as

other guys

some jocks

and face men

then others

nerds and

losers

all go up

and order beers

without the

slightest

difficulty

why was he

such a social

cripple

he reminds

himself

to ask the

guy in the

wheelchair

at work

on Monday

if you can

still say cripple

in that kind

of a context,

she returns with

his double Crown

throws down

another cocktail

napkin

and sets the

shot

on it

he pushes a

twenty

towards her

he liked paying

with twenties

he hated

coming up short

because he miss

understood

what the bartender

said

or having to

ask

how much he

owed

when they

neglected

to say,

he was worried

she might have

watched his

interactions

with the platform

girls

he gave her

a five spot

for a tip

“thanks”

she says

“and I didn’t

even have to

squeeze into

a pair of

skin tight

fluorescent

shorts”

she laughs

as she taps

the counter

and takes the

five

“well you have

your own look

going on

you can show

less

and still get

the same effect”

he wasn’t sure

where that came

from

the Crown

might have

loosened his

tongue

but he did

mean it,

she stopped

mid-stride

on her way

to help someone

else

seven stools

away

and turned

back towards him

“I think that’s

the nicest thing

I’ve heard

from anyone

all day

even if you are

just trying to

get

an extra long

pour

out of me”

she gave him

a big smile

before heading

off

down the counter

to bring some

guy’s

gin & tonic

back to life

he sat with

his back to

the counter

her smile had

melted away

that cold

awkward feeling

that the incident

with the platform

girls

had put on

him

his confidence

level

was going

back up,

his body was

moving with

the beat of

a song

that was drifting

in from some

unseen corner

of the bar

there was

something about

this bartender

she had

fifteen years

on him

but he thought

she was totally

cool

and her body

well her look

spoke for it’s

self

but he could

tell

right away

she was special,

he saw a

girl

of about

twenty two

sit

eleven stools

away from him

her back to

the bar

not trying to

flag down

anyone for a

drink

and she looked

to be alone

he figured

he’d ask if

he could buy

her a drink

first he looked

to see

if the bartender

was looking in

his direction

to self-conscious

to do it

with her watching

him

“Hi, I’m Jim

can I buy

you a drink”

she casually

looks him over

starting at his

shoes

then up to

his eyes

“eleven and

a half

if you were

wondering”

he says

she smiles

and says

“what’s eleven

and a half”

giving him a

questioning look

“the shoes”

he says

“so can I

buy you a

drink?”

“look,

you seem

like a really

nice guy

but I’m into

tattoos and

piercing”

she tells him

“well give me

an hour

and I could

probably

do both”

she can’t help

but smile

but makes

no reply

“I’ll tell you

what,

let me buy

you that drink

and if you

decide later

that extra

holes

and a lot

of ink

aren’t your thing

I’ll be here

waiting”

he raises his

eyebrow

in a Bluto

kind of way

and looks her

in the eye

“Ok,

vodka and

cranberry juice

but don’t

raise that

eyebrow

at me

when I walk

out

with some

mosh pit

reject”

she says

“fair enough”

he says

“but you’re getting

no well drink

from me

only the best

for a woman

with such a

high standard

in men”

raising his

eyebrow

at her

once again

on cue,

the bartender

returns

and asks

if he’s ready

for another round

“Yes,

another double

Crown

for me

and this

distinguished

lady

with impeccable

taste

will have a

double CÎROC

vodka

with cranberry

juice”

he waits

the two

minutes

it takes

for her to

bring back the

drinks

the young lady

takes her drink

taps her glass

to his

and says

“thanks”

he nods

takes a drink

of Crown

and heads back

to his stool

the bartender

brings him

his change

he slides her

another five

she knocks

the counter

and picks it

up

“not a bad

tip

from a guy

watching his

CÎROC

and cranberry

walk away

from him”

she says

as they both

watch

the young lady

follow what

looks like a

heavy metal

band

or a group

of

Hell’s Angels

to the rear

of the bar

“she’ll be back”

he tells her

“I got something

they don’t”

“and what would

that be”

she asks

“I got all

my teeth

and a no-limit

credit card”

the bartender

smiles

“I don’t think

either one

will help you

with her

and I’m willing

to bet

you don’t even

have a credit

card

on you,

pull it out

and your next

double Crown

is on me”

she looks at

him

very matter

of fact

as he stands

up

puts his hand

in his front

left pocket of

his 501’s

getting ready

to pull out

the card

“are you sure

you want to

make that bet?”

she nods yes

his bluff

doesn’t phase

her

“yea,

your right

I don’t have

a credit card

and I am

missing my

wisdom teeth

but I do have

all my baby

teeth

which I made

into a cute

little bracelet

if you like

I’ll bring it

next time

I drop in

if you don’t

believe me”

he says

with a big

grin on his

face

“I’m just going

to take your

word on that

one”

she laughs

as she heads

on down the

counter,

he leans back

and looks around

finishes his

first beer

picks up the

second

and takes a

drink

he’s feeling

hot

and the beer

is cool

but far from

cold

he looks over

at the platform

girls

and thinks about

just getting

another beer

fresh from

one of their

icy cold tubs

that the bottles

are floating in

but even after

the shots of

Crown

and his new

boosted

self-confidence

he gets lost

in all that

perfect skin

like rolls of

brand new

fabric

being pulled

taunt

not a wrinkle

or crease to

be found,

then being

matched together

with those shorts

and skimpy tops,

he’s not sure

how long he

spent

following the

ever changing

peaks

and valleys

of the two

girls

as they worked

when he was

tapped on the

shoulder

“the blond is

Becky

the Asian

is Jazz”

said the bartender

“you can say

Asian, right

without sounding

racist?”

she asks him

he tries to

break away

from the endless

curves

he is watching

and back to

the bartender

“I’m sorry

what did you

say”

he asked her

still trying to

escape

the trance of

the platform

girls

“their names

are Becky

and Jazz

get yourself

one of those

no-limit credit

cards

and Becky will

probably just

follow you home,

Jazz

is all about

the look

and you don’t

have it,

I’m going to

go out on

a limb

and say you’re

ready for another

double Crown

and you’re staying

with that warm

beer

thirty feet

is close enough

for you

and the beer

bucket babes

am I right?”

“yea,

your right

I guess my

awkwardness

is quite evident

around the girls”

he says

a little

embarrassed

at how

transparent

he has become

“don’t worry about

all that

believe me

when I say

some girls might

even find your

awkwardness

kind of cute

not a lot

of girls

but a few

it’s much better

than that consent

stream of

vulgar comments

guys keep throwing

at the girls

trying to shock

them

to get their

attention

I don’t know

what it is

about fluorescent

shorts

and a few

black lights

that bring out

the worst

in people

and do take

note

I said people

not men

cause the women

can be the

nastiest,

well

that’s the most

I’ve said

to any one

guy

all night

I better get

that shot of

Crown

for you”

she says

before heading

down the counter

quickly returning

with his double

Crown

he pays with

a twenty

and slides her

a five

for a tip

she stops

looks him in

the eye

“just so you

know

you’re not my

type”

she says

before rapping

her knuckles

on the counter

then

picking up the

tip

as three older

ladies

at the far end

of the counter

are all waving

cocktail napkins

to get her

attention

and all three

laughing like

little girls

as they use

their cocktail

napkins

as flags

of destress

being that their

in dire need

of a drink,

he watches the

bartender

as she talks

with the ladies

as she takes

their orders

she really does

have a look

all her own

he thinks to

himself

what is her

type

maybe

she thinks I’m

too young

what’s fifteen

or twenty years

he tries to

picture

the two of

them

going out for

drinks

maybe even

dinner

as he continues

watching her

as she works

thinking maybe

he could be

whatever type

she wanted him

to be

he knew

he had drank

quite a few

shots

and he shouldn’t

over romanticize

his very short

relationship

with the bartender

but he couldn’t

help it

he can’t deny

how hot

he thinks that

body on her is

those extra years

she has on

him

just make her

even more sexier

in his mind

but it’s not

her obvious

facts

that has him

drinking her in

as he sits at

the counter,

she finishes

her pours

for the three

ladies

she’s not busy

and takes her

time

with the women

trying to make-up

for their having

to resort to

semaphore

to get her

attention

he downs

the rest of his

shot

puts the glass

upside down

on the cocktail

napkin

then pushes it

an extra foot

away from him

to the top

of the counter

trying to make

it

more noticeable

to the bartender

giving her a

reason

to come back

to his end

of the bar

on her own

accord

once she sees

his empty

upside down

glass

an international

sign

for another drink,

he is by

no means drunk

he’s definitely

loose

and really having

a great time

tonight

even with his

embarrassing

showing

with the platform

girls

not that they

cared enough to

notice

then when he

got shot

down

by the young

lady

he bought the

drink for

though

she was still

really pretty

cool

and he enjoyed

their short

conversion

but he had

no doubt

the bartender

was the catalyst

to the success

of his evening

he can’t help

himself

as he watches

her

bend to get

a glass

stretch up

to grab a  

bottle on the

top shelf

all her moves

are just the

common

dips and bends

of a working

bartender

not over

exaggerated

in the ways

of the platform

girls

she wasn’t

putting on a

show

but he was

becoming

more and more

mesmerized

with each new

angle

her body took,

she could feel

a set of

eyes

following her

steps

but didn’t think

much of it

just another person

waiting to get

a drink

looking for the

right time

to get her

attention

she makes a

boiler maker

for an old man

before turning towards

whoever has

been staring at

her

only to see

the same guy

she’s been chatting

with

for most of

the night

sipping a warm

beer

with an upside

down

shot glass

pretending he wasn’t

watching her

when she turned

around

which struck her

as odd

something had

changed

with him

since his last

round

and she was

hoping it wasn’t

what she thought

it might be

she makes her

way

back to his

end of the

bar

picking up a

double shot of

Crown

on the way,

he involuntarily

sits up straight

tightens up

all his muscles

as soon as he

sees her coming

towards him

he notices himself

doing this

and quickly tries

to look relaxed

as she sets

down the shot

in front of

him

she can tell

right away

it’s already too

late

he’s falling for

her

most every bartender

has seen the

“Change”

enough times to

spot it when

it’s happening to

them

he looks up at

her now

with eyes so

wide

she feels she

could just walk

right into them

she hates to do

what has to be

done

break his fragile

heart

but he’s only

going to hurt

worse

if she lets

him spend the

last couple of

hours

of the night

trying to win

her over

and work up

the courage

to tell her

how he really

feels about her

only to be

shot down

and sent out

alone

into the night

brushed off

by the only

woman

he’s shown his

heart to

in god knows

how long

with only a few

common words

coming from her

for comfort

“that’s sweet honey

maybe I’ll see you

next time

 you’re here”

leaving him stuck

with that sentence

as he spends

the rest of the

night

chasing it around

in his mind,

but she likes

the guy

his conversation

helped to pull

her night along

at a faster

pace

then normal

and he really is

a nice guy

of that she’s

sure,

so she’s giving

him

a little time

letting him

take in her

look

as she tries

to lessen the

pain of

her up coming

cut

into his heart

“this shot’s on me”

she tells him

“I don’t meet

all that many

nice guys

anymore”

“so you think

I’m nice

you must also

think

I’m kind of cute

too

or you wouldn’t

have bought me

that shot

right”

he tells her

with a big

smile on his

face

feeling confident

now

and comfortable

again

talking to her,

taking that free

shot

as a sign

she might be

feeling

the same way

too

in at least a

small way

“you are cute

and quite polite

but still

not my type”

as she says this

he has her

wondering

if her attempt

at letting him

down easy

is working

as he leans in

towards her

on the counter

letting his thoughts

get lost in

her eyes

watching him nod

yes

to her comment

but not so sure

he’s hearing her

“it’s my age

right

I’m too young

for you

you’re afraid you

couldn’t keep

up

with me,

you know

in the bedroom”

she catches her

laugh

as it is leaving

her mouth

letting only a

little “yelp”

escape out

she doesn’t feel

she needs to

defend that remark

she knows

his boast was

just to get

her attention

and if he had

found his way

into her bedroom

she would have

given him

a sexual awaking

that would have

made him realize

that there are

a lot more

possibilities

then he ever

knew existed

between two

lovers

sharing each

others bodies

throughout the

long night,

“I’d like to think

that I could

keep up with

you”

she tells him

trying not to

smile too much

as she tells

him that

“but I do hope

you can back-up

that

take no prisoners

style attitude

of yours

if ever you do

get the chance

to prove it

no woman likes

to be disappointed,

but no

it’s not your age

I’ve had bigger

gaps in years”

he completely

misses

the first part

of her comment

and only picks

up on the

age difference

not being an

issue

“Please don’t tell

me

your into those

meathead jocks

no brains

or wit

just acres of

perfectly rippled

skin”

a pleading look

in his eyes

“no,

wrong again

I do appreciate

a hard body

just like any

other woman

and I’ve thrown

more than a few

nights away

in favor of

illiteracy

but I do have

a type

and your just

not it

hey,

I have to go

work the rest

of this counter

and help a few

people

chase their dreams

or forget their

pain

but when I get

back

no more twenty

questions

just accept the

fact

you’re not going to

get lucky with me

tonight

or any other

night

it’s getting late

so start checking

out

all the other

talent

I’ll even

throw in my

own personal

opinion

of your choices

and give you

odds

on your chances

of success

no tip required”

she picks up

a bottle of

“Patron” tequila

on her way

down the bar

knowing she’ll be

stopping

half way down

the counter

to pour a couple

of shots

for two guys

that always sit

at her counter

before heading

for the three

older ladies

at the far end,

he sits there

scanning the floor

trying to find

her “Type”

out there

in the crowd,

he normally spends

his night

just staring into

his glass

but not tonight

everything about

him

feels different

he’s never this

calm

around a woman

he finds attractive

he’s even worse

when he sees

someone

who is not only

beautiful

but has that

ruff edge

that just makes

her total package

seem right for

him,

she makes her

way

back to him

and can already

tell

he’s not ready

to give up his

fight for her

leave her alone

and chase after

someone he might

have a chance at

getting to know

more than just

her name

she can see the

desperation

in his eyes

as he looks over

at her

the way guys get

when they hear

last call

and still haven’t

found

someone

to take them

thru the night

“I’m sure if you

just give me a

chance

you’ll find out

you like me

I’m more than

just a pretty face”

he can’t see

what she is trying

to make obvious

no matter who

he is

or what he

becomes

she’s never going

to look at him

in any of the ways

he wants to be

seen by her,

“I’ve already told

you

I like you

I have no doubt

you’re a really

nice guy

but for the last

time

nice guys

are just not my

type”

she did like

him

he was a bit odd

but she could feel

his honesty

shining through

his awkwardness

she would take

pity

on his heart

point out her

type

let him get on

with his night

“ok,

take your double

shot

then put your

back

to the counter

and if you can

look past the

platform girls

at the door

behind them

I’ll point out

my type to

you”

she tells him

he quickly downs

his double shot

leans back against

the counter

takes a quick

glance

at the platform

girls

then they both

watch the door

behind them

he starts guessing

right away

two guys in suits

lawyers or something

“I’ll bet it’s those

guys”

he says

she gives him

a funny look

“do you mean

guys

with high paying

jobs

or do you mean

two guys?”

that caught him

off guard

he stutters

as he pushes out

“No, no,

I mean one guy

high paying job”

“well I like nice

things

just like most

girls

but no

that’s not my

type”

a perfectly built

jock

walks in

“we have already

gone over that

type

so I’m not even

going to ask”

she says nothing

as he starts getting

more and more

worked up

he started guessing

at most every

“type”

of guy that came

through the door

she kept nodding

no

he got another

double shot of

Crown

to help him calm

down

took it

and as he set

the glass down

she said

“there,

that’s my type”

and points towards

a couple in their

late twenty’s

or early thirty’s

the guy

looking like the

“Hot dad next door”

“you like the

Hot dad look?”

I never would have

guessed”

“close”

she says

“I like the

“Hot Mom”

look”

he can’t really

speak

he’s not sure

how to feel

he’s surprised

yes

“I’m sorry”

he says

“I had no right

to push my way

into your personal

life

I should have

respected

one of the first

twenty times

you told me

No,

I wasn’t your type”

his head down

ashamed at his

behavior

“look,

it’s not a big

deal

who I date

is no secret

as a matter of

fact

I’m meeting someone

tonight

right here at

closing

she works as

a waitress here

too

would you like

to meet her?”

she tells him

and by the sound

of her voice

he can tell

she really means it

he looks at

her

a face that couldn’t

be more perfect

looking back at

him

the colored lights

of the bar

now dancing across

her body

“not tonight”

he says

“But I’d like too

some other night,

can there be another

night?

because I do really

like you

and it never hurts

to have a friend

that’s a bartender”

she gives him

a big

truly meant smile

“Sure,

you can sit at

my counter

anytime

but next time

I’ll be asking

you

the twenty questions”

“Deal” he says

turning over his

shot glass

drawing another

smile

from her

as she goes to

grab the bottle

and pour him

his last double

shot of Crown

he takes in the

well placed moves

of the platform

girls

in her absents

trying to digest

all the twists

of this night’s

story

as he gets a

heavy tap on

his shoulder

the girl from

earlier

sits down next to

him

“they ditched me

I went to the

bathroom

came back

and they were

gone”

she tells him

the bartender

brings him his

double shot of

Crown

looks over at the

girl

and says

“a double vodka

and cranberry juice?”

looking him in the

eye

as she holds in

her giggle

he looks back

at her

raises his left

eyebrow

and replies

“No,

make it a double

CÎROC

and cranberry juice

nothing but the best

for this

distinguished

lady

with her impeccable

taste

in men”

as he turns from

the bartender

and looks into

the eyes

of the girl

with his left

eyebrow raised …

 

Tom Allen…03-18-2018…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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