"Bartender, tell those two girls over there I want to buy them a drink," the bartender walks over, says something and points at Jayball. They both smile and wave. A few minutes pass and they walk over to him. "I've seen you before. What's your name?" The red head says to him. Modesty isn't one of Jayball's best qualities - "Oh come on, you know who I am Celeste. Remember the Rhino?" The Spearmint Rhino is the finest gentlemen's club in Las Vegas. Jayball has been a fixture there for years.
"Jayball! Jesus! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you. It has been a while. God, you are one of the best customers the Rhino has ever had," he smiles after her comment and says, "What have you been doing lately Celeste?" She licks her lips and says, "Still down at the Rhino. Doing some modeling on the side. Take a look at these," she pulls her phone out and begins to share a number of provocative pictures of herself with him. I tried to sneak a peek, but was denied. "Celeste, this is my friend Jethro. He's from Kansas. Don't show him those. He'll probably have a heart attack if he sees something that nice."
"What's your friends name?" Jayball now turns his eyes to the statuesque brunette with Celeste. "Hi, my name is Erica," she replies. "Jethro," he says, "Move down a spot so the two of them can sit down." I move a chair down on the bar and Jayball now has a gal on each side of him. "Hi, my name is not really Jethro. It's Rob. Do you work at the Rhino with Celeste?" At the time he was occupied with the first girl Celeste. So I decide to make a move on the second girl Erica. "Honey," she tells me in a disinterested tone, "I don't care what your name is and it's none of your fucking business where I work. Why don't you make yourself useful and order me another drink."
An hour or so passes and the two of them get up to leave - "It was nice seeing you again Jayball. Here's my number. Call me and we'll hook up," it wasn't enough that the first girl Celeste was giving him her number when the second girl Erica decides to chime in - "If you don't feel like calling her, you can always give me a call as well," she then hands him a folded napkin with her digits on it. After they leave, I tell him this - "Dude, you're really something. You are hogging all the chicks again. Damn, I get sick and tired of sitting here like a bump on log while you take all the action!" Jayball is a tell it like it is kind of guy, whether I like it or not -"Dude," he says in an arrogant tone, "You drive a car that looks like it belongs in a junk yard! You have two dollars to your fucking name! You dress like a fucking bum! There's a spit cup right next to your beer. For some reason or another you still think you are hanging out in some shit hole bar in Kansas. It's not my fault the women of Las Vegas find you repulsive!"
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