Now, that’s a wave I can anddoappreciate.
“You’re a salvager,” proclaims Garcia at the same time Ernie places his drink down in front of him.
“Much to the dismay of The Police Chief of Spike Village and the collagen cunt reporter he married.”
“You’re one of the best in the business,” adds the younger guy before accepting his completed beverage.
“I would have the counselor here make an argument for me beingthebest.”
“You’ve worked for private institutions, aiding in the recovery for history preservation,andprivate backers, aiding in the discovery of lost possessions often to be thought of as nothing more than old captain’s drunk bullshit.”
“Impressive, little one, how you know all about me and I don’t even know your name.”
“Zero,” he eagerly introduces.“You can um…you can call me Zero.”
“Maybe I’ll call youHero,” I teasingly wink as Ernie puts down my shot glass, “or Hunkucles.”One blank stared blink leads to me sighing.“You don’t get the reference, huh?”His quick headshake has me cautiously asking Garcia, “Just how young is your boyfriend over here?”
“He’s not my-”
“We’re just friends,” bitterly snaps the mojito drinker.
“You seem stoked about that,” leaves me in a tickled murmur.
“We want to enlist your services,” Garcia declares over the sound of tequila filling my glass.
“Pass.”
Stupefaction slams itself onto his face.“Perhaps you shouldhearthe details first?”
“Pass.”Quickly downing the first shot allows for it to immediately be refilled in my hand.
“Maybe theprice tag?”Zero enthusiastically interjects.
“Still.” I toss the second shot back.“Pass.” Plopping the empty drinkware upside down back on the bar barely precedes me hopping my jean shorts covered ass out of the seat.“But thanks for the drinks, boys.”
“How about a chance to make history?!”Zero verbally vomits.“Don’t you want that main character shit?”
“Oh, Little One,” my fingers suggestively tug at the end of his brightly colored floral wear, “I’m always on my main character shit.”
An unmistakable whimper escapes on a bite of his bottom lip.
Swaying closer is attached to a whispered, “Wanna join me?”
“How about living up to the goddess name your mother gave you?”Garcia challenges, forcing my narrowed glare over to him.“Proving to your father you’re more than just a beach bunny with an adrenaline fetish?”
“I don’t have to proveshitto that man.”
“But wouldn’t it feel good to?”he tempts in a sultry voice that’s absolutely a siren song for my lower lips.“Wouldn’t it feel so fucking good for him to see your name in the media alongside literalroyalty?”
Confusion doesn’t hesitate to cake itself in my glare.“For?”
“Recovering and returning the contents ofÉcume de mer Éternitéto its rightful kingdom.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”Consternation aggressively replaces the previous display at the same time I relinquish my hold on his unclaimed boy toy.“You can’t return something that doesn’t actually exist, Garcia.”
“But itdoesexist,” Zero quietly rebuts.
“Yeah, in folklore and fairy tales, Fisher-Price.”
