He was thinking about cutting his hair while Into the Mystic played on the Jukebox. He wanted the four aces to be associated with the kicker and that graphic formation presented itself upon the twelve by ten inch screen. He didnt use his power. Sometimes a man just wanted to gamble like other men and the thought of potentiality losing made him feel almost normal. When He came here, he was just himself, so he drank the last of his Miller Lite and felt comforted by the presence of riff-raffs and regulars. Sunny did have a gentleman’s bet with Ghost and Stacy regarding the time in which Scary Terri would leave with the poor schmuck she was currently courting (beer goggles and another sacrifice to the powerfully efficient God Jack Daniels). It was 1:07 am. He usually took the under in situations such as this, but it took a lot of time and spirits to get a man that wasted. Like always, the vast confines of the bar were spacious and vacant, smoke lazily danced in front of the last generation TVs and the patrons held their breath and half empty glasses like grudges. Nother round Sun? Stacy asked while making her rounds behind the fully-stocked bar. Or Just the beer? It is getting kinda late. Ill take the round Sunny said, but tomorrow Ill take my steak and eggs well done and scrambled, with wheat toast and one of those little umbrellas Terri has in my orange juice. Youre lucky Im not in the mood for French Toast or something a little more exotic. French toast isnt exotic love Stacy said. I know youre a world traveler and all, but on the low, French toast aint from France. Thats regular shit! If you want something exotic holler at Ghost about the Brazilian stuffed peppers he hooked up last night. She placed the bottle of Hennessy she was holding next to Sunnys iphone and gripped his left wrist. With her right thumb and middle finger, she flicked the glass covering of his time piece and leaned across the bar. On top of that, I still got time for that coose to devour her prey. She is a tad bit National Geographic aint she? Sunny said, glancing at his own wrist watch. Ive never saw a Buffalo eat a Giraffe before. she said with a smirk, placing a Miller Lite draft on a white napkin in front of him. I had the opportunity once when I was on vacation last year, but I ended up getting cold feet. She wasnt your average water Buffalo tho. I bet Slim, I bet. Let me find out youre a chubby chaser love. I might have a friend of a friends cousin for ya. This is my forth shot Stace. What the hell is the exact relation of a friend of a friends cousin? It seems a tad bit too distant to me. The door bell from outside rung and the seven or so heads within the Golden Cue swung their heads around to either glimpse the bars camera or gaze directly at the silhouette standing on the outside of the double tinted glass doors and immediately went back to their distinct vices. From the perspective of the black and white security camera, the soon to be guest was Vanessa; if she won the lottery of prostitution and won a date with the entrepreneur William Gates, or if she hadnt put a bullet in her brain after that shit Tony beat her for the last time. The “fake” Vanessa hit the buzzer again and Stacy let her in.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 23:40:58 +0000
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