“The girls are asking if you’ll play Taylor Swift between the band sets.”
Diesel glances at me, and we both bust out laughing.
“When hell freezes over,” Diesel says. “Tell them to put in their cute little earbuds if they want girlie music.”
“I figured.” Jake dumps more shot glasses into the sink. “I’ll tell them.”
“They seem about your age,” I tell him. “You making any headway?”
Jake shakes his head vigorously. “Those are trust-fund babies. Sorority girls. Not my league.” He jerks his thumb at Chain and Hoss. “They’re having a blast sending them shots, though.”
“You think we’re doing the right thing by trying to get girls like that here?” Diesel asks.
Jake shrugs. “They’re pretty to look at.”
Betz walks up as he says it. “I’ve always been pretty to look at, you cute thing.” She smacks her beer glass on the counter. “Another Guinness.”
I slide her empty into the sink and pull a fresh one. “Coming right up.”
When I turn back around, Marietta is entering the bar with Celia and Too Fast Freddy. I’m startled enough that I miss the counter and end up sloshing beer on my hand.
“You sure are sloppy around that mouse,” Betz says. “Good thing you have to keep your hands off her, or you’d probably poke the wrong hole.” She laughs at her own joke as she picks up the frothy glass and heads for the table with Low Joe and Two-Shit.
I wipe up the spill, trying to avoid looking up at Marietta. I already caught sight of her tight jeans and hot pink tube top.
But she and Celia sit on stools right in front of me. Too Fast Freddy heads to the tables to greet the other Wild Hair.
“Hey, lover boy,” Celia says. “How about making us a couple of those buttery nipples you did the other night for Marietta?”
So, that story has gotten out.
I pull a pair of shot glasses and search for the butterscotch. Diesel passes it to me without a word, then moves down the bar toward Jake.
When I plunk the two shots in front of the women, I finally meet Marietta’s gaze. “Hey.”
“Where’s my ‘hey’?” Celia says, then laughs out loud, her red mouth wide open. “Only the virgin mouse gets a ‘hey.’”
Marietta mouths, “Sorry,” then drinks her shot.
Too Fast Freddy comes up behind Celia and grabs her boobs in their glittery gold halter top. “No bra, my lady.”
“I know it,” Celia says. “I’m hoping to straddle you in the hookup spot.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He pulls her off the stool.
Marietta watches them leave. “Are people doing it?” she asks me.
“Doing what?” I shove the liquor bottles back in their spots.
“Hooking up in the old outhouse?”
I glance in that direction. “Not as much as we thought. Maybe one a night on busy nights.” I slide a bunch of abandoned beer bottles closer so I can dump the dregs.
“Huh. I thought more people would be into it.”
“Might be the wrong crowd.” I pick up a pair of bottles.
“I’d do it.”
