“Did you have a thing with her?”
She won’t stop with the accent.
It just hits me why.
She’s tipsy and very soon on her way to drunk.
“We had a very brief thing a long time ago, and now we’re cool.”
“I knew it!”
“Don’t let on that you are aware of that piece of information or you definitely won’t get the job.”
“I know how to act. Have I ever embarrassed you before?”
“Yes.”
She slaps one of her palms against the table and laughs out loud.
“You’re right. I’ve embarrassed you a million times.”
Half of the bar turns around to stare at us after her outburst.
“A million and fucking one.”
Nine
RUSH
This spot must befull of single women tonight, because there is yet another woman who has been staring down my throat since Mia left the table to sing. She takes a full fifteen minutes to get her confidence up, but now she’s finally making her approach. In a tight little black dress and heels, she’s definitely overdressed for the tavern but totally fuckable.
“Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt your evening, but I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re the best player the Hawks have ever had and I’m a huge fan.”
I can feel Mia’s judgmental energy without even looking at her. She’s doesn’t approve; probably because the first thing you can see are this woman’s tits jiggling inside of her dress. That and the fact that she doesn’t even acknowledge that I’m sitting at this table with Mia. It’s like Mia’s invisible. I hate it when fans do that shit and the women do it the most. If only they knew Mia is the brightest star in this whole entire place, not me.
“Thank you.”
The woman smiles uncomfortably. She expected me to say something more to her, but I’m a man of few words and I’m not interested in anything more. I’ve always been uncomfortable with this type of attention, even when the woman is beautiful. It’s just not the way I prefer to meet someone. I typically sleep with women I know through a mutual acquaintance or work like Miranda.
“So, um, that’s all I wanted to say. Enjoy your evening.”
She looks directly at Mia. “I’m sorry if I’ve interrupted.”
“No problem,” she tells the woman. “It happens all the time.”
The woman walks away with a disappointed look on her face, but what did she expect? Don’t I deserve to hang out with a friend for a night and not be interrupted by people who always want something from me?
“That was awkward,” Mia quips.
“You made it awkward.”
“Maybe I did with the last chick who had the nerve to ask if I was your sister, but not that one. I was on my best behavior just now. Your whole hot but silent act made it awkward.”
“You think I’m hot?”
She’s never said that before.
“The cluckers think you’re hot, and that’s all that matters.”
