He’s about to say something else when I see a willowy brunette head for the restroom. Red puts another two shots in front of me, along with Ken Doll’s light beer.
“How many of those have you had?” Layne’s face is going to freeze like that if he keeps frowning.
“Not-e-fucking-nough,” I throw back the remaining shots as Patty hits the buzzer. I look at the clock on the wall. Twenty-nine minutes. Not a record day today.
“Shit,” Layne sips his beer. “I thought I’d get another one before the buzzer sounded.”
I point to his mug. “Like I said - fucking rookie.”
The crowd thins as they finish theirfreedrinks and head toward the dining room or out to the curb to call for a cab or rideshare.
Pickings are slim for me tonight, so I turn to the Ken Doll, I mean - LAYNE. I give him my best sexy smile. “You know, I was feeling a little off, but you turned me on again.”
“What?”
I slide my hand up his leg. “Are you a loan because you certainly have my interest.”
He glances at my hand. “Are you hitting on me?”
“Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?” I lean in to kiss him.
He pulls back and removes my hand from his thigh. “Jesus, Cam.”
“So, gay then?”
He rolls his eyes. “No. I’m not interested when you’re like this.”
“Like what?”
“Forty tequila shots into your night.”
I shimmy my shoulders. “So, if I were more sober-like, you would be interested?”
Ken Doll shakes his head, throws down a tip for Red, then turns to me. “Cam. You’ve been through a lot today. Tequila or not, there’s no way I’d take advantage of that right now.”
He kisses me on the cheek, then turns on his heel to leave.
“I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave,” I sigh over Ken Doll’s tight ass be-bopping out the door.
Red pops a margarita in front of me. “Think he’ll change his mind?”
I raise my glass to the bartender. “Here’s hoping.”
