Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Untitled number three.

Eight. Easily! Probably a nine without that stupid hat.
I wait until she rings up the fat family. I bet they leave a shitty tip. that's how they can afford to get so fat. God, go to the fucking gym, and take your porky kids with you. At least a fucking swim class. Christ.
Here she comes. She's already smiling at me. I hope that fat fuck sees this. this is the kind of attention you get when you just take care of your body.

"Hey. what can I start you with?"

Drinks seems like an obvious start. I ask her what she'd be drinking if she weren't working. She giggles briefly. It's kind of annoying, but I'd like to hear what other sounds I can get her to make. Before she answers, I tell her to bring me a Red Bull and vodka. She probably drinks fucking Appletinis. I know I still have vodka at my place. I can mix a couple of fruity drinks if that's what it takes.

She's practically running back with my drink. It's mixed really well. Obviously, she wants me to stick around. I finish my drink, and as I make for the bathroom, I hear conversations through the wall. It's muffled by the shitty college rock, but I can tell it's her by that giggle. I make out a few key words.
"Blue hat." "Corner table. "My place." "Baby."

I fix my hat in the mirror and head back to my table. Some douchebag bumps into my elbow. I turn to face him,a nd he's already apologizing. I tell him it's cool. Where is she, though? And why the fuck is he still standing here?

"You want another Red bull and Vodka?"

What the hell is this? I ask him where she went.

"Jess?" I guess I never got her name. I mention her dumb hat.
"Yeah, that's Jess. She's done for the night. Had to get back to her place and relieve her babysitter. Can I get you something?"

2 comments:

Rummell said...

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My Idea of Fun said...

More songs with "douchebag" in the lyrics, please! Haha. This is good stuff.