Clearly caught off guard by my rebuttal leads to her verbal flailing, “It’s…It’s…It’s…”
“Whatyou thoughtyou could say totrick meinto makin’ a choice for you.”
There’s no missing the tiny wince that scrunches her nose.
“Make no mistake, beautiful. I may look big and dumb, but I’m far from it.” A cocky wink precedes me hollering over to the nearest bartender. “Moose!”
The scruffy faced male behind the bar shoots me a smirk at the same time he pulls down on the tap handle. “Troff.”
“I wanttwoof everything on the specials sheet-”
“Alright.”
“A seven and seven with mint-”
“Nee must be here.”
“And Wilcox. Top shelf. One ice cube.”
He pours the excessive foam from the top of the beer while shaking his head. “Dubs was dumped again, huh?”
“Yup.”
“When will the guy fuckin’ learn,” murmurs our classmate prior to topping off the glass and sliding it over to the patron.
Irony of course being that he himself denies the one woman he’s had eyes for since she divorced our high school football coach and took over the salon across the street four years ago.
Why?
Because she’solderthan him.
And that’s somehow “wrong”.
Not to me.
I don’t give a fuck about the years between us as long as you’re old enough that it ain’t a crime and young enough that if I smack you on the ass during sex, it’s not considered elder abuse.
I’m pretty flexible.
On and off the ice.
Again…I would point out his hypocrisy if I couldn’t already feel the back of Grams slipper leaving pain on my ass.
Woman’s got a helluva wrist.
Pretty sure it’s where I get it from.
“What’s with the first part of the order?” Moose inquires after wiping sweat off of his beached tanned forehead. “You lose a bet or somethin’?”
“Nope. Jus’ tryin’ to show this beauty beside me a good time.”
At that, she lightly snickers.
Scoots closer.
Brushes her foot against mine.
In spite of the fact that I logically know the shit is innocent, my cock doesn’t.
