Saturday, July 16, 2005
"Are you out front/"
"Yes."
"OK. I'll be out in a few minutes."
She came out twenty five minutes late in all. I expected as much. She was very drunk, but still under control. There was more than one guy in the house. She was excited and talking fast.
"Those were really cool guys. I didn't have to do anything! All I had to do was dance around for one guy and the other guy just kept wanting me to kiss him. They were really great. They are rich, too. He owns a car lot. They've got a lot of money. I got three hundred and forty bucks! Here. Here's your fifty. Let me see. Let me count it again. Yup, three hundred forty dollars. See. I told you. You could make some good extra money. I want a drink. Let's go for a drink somewhere."
I didn't want to take her to Cha Cha's. The place was full of men. I didn't want her to become distracted. I was interested in her for myself. I took her to a quiet place where we were the only customers. The barman made her a Vodka and I ordered a beer. Her cell phone rang right away. It was the dispatcher with another call. The information got all screwed up. I tried to help her get it straight. She kept insisting on going to the wrong hotel. She was belligerent. She told me I was probably a cop or a narc. I denied it and tried to convince her that I wasn't. She wasn't too bad until she slammed down the martini. She'd been sipping it so delicately. I was thinking she was going to leave it unfinished on the bar as we were leaving and then she gulped it down - WHAM!
She was in a blackout. She called the customer from inside my van - slurring horribly. The customer ridiculed her, but she couldn't figure out that he was mocking her. She didn't sound sexy anymore. Her sultry voice that was the voice of a petite thirty year old had become the voice of a sad, drunken old hag.
She said,"Fuji You." And hung up. "What an Ashley", she said. "He wanted me to bring him some heroin."
1988dylan
"Yes."
"OK. I'll be out in a few minutes."
She came out twenty five minutes late in all. I expected as much. She was very drunk, but still under control. There was more than one guy in the house. She was excited and talking fast.
"Those were really cool guys. I didn't have to do anything! All I had to do was dance around for one guy and the other guy just kept wanting me to kiss him. They were really great. They are rich, too. He owns a car lot. They've got a lot of money. I got three hundred and forty bucks! Here. Here's your fifty. Let me see. Let me count it again. Yup, three hundred forty dollars. See. I told you. You could make some good extra money. I want a drink. Let's go for a drink somewhere."
I didn't want to take her to Cha Cha's. The place was full of men. I didn't want her to become distracted. I was interested in her for myself. I took her to a quiet place where we were the only customers. The barman made her a Vodka and I ordered a beer. Her cell phone rang right away. It was the dispatcher with another call. The information got all screwed up. I tried to help her get it straight. She kept insisting on going to the wrong hotel. She was belligerent. She told me I was probably a cop or a narc. I denied it and tried to convince her that I wasn't. She wasn't too bad until she slammed down the martini. She'd been sipping it so delicately. I was thinking she was going to leave it unfinished on the bar as we were leaving and then she gulped it down - WHAM!
She was in a blackout. She called the customer from inside my van - slurring horribly. The customer ridiculed her, but she couldn't figure out that he was mocking her. She didn't sound sexy anymore. Her sultry voice that was the voice of a petite thirty year old had become the voice of a sad, drunken old hag.
She said,"Fuji You." And hung up. "What an Ashley", she said. "He wanted me to bring him some heroin."
1988dylan
# posted by 1988dylan @ 3:44 PM 
