Like A Millionaire (Freddie Mercury + Cherie series) FINAL BOOK

7.) Im a Cowboy, baby.

Women flock to me naturally, it's not like I can help it. Right now I'm downing any drink that's given to me, to hell with the day. I can drink all bloody night long.

"Take it easy," Deacy pats my shoulder as he joins Brian, Roger, and I at our table.

"He's a newly single man," Roger pipes up. "He's only just getting started."

"The night is young, yet!," Brian shouts over the music of the night club, raising his glass to chug.

I mirror him, pouring a fresh glass of vodka down my throat.

"I'm going to go and get a drink," Deacy gets up to walk away just as our waitress passes by.

"No need," I say as I swiftly lift myself and lasso my arm around said waitress. "What's your name darling?," I breathe in her ear.

"Rebecca," she answers steadily in my arms.

"Becca, here will bring us anything we need. Isn't that right, Becca?"

She only nods. I twirl her out of my arms and sit back down, bringing her to my lap. She doesn't say a word, doesn't even fight my grasp. How does that saying go? Easy bird gets the worm— or something like that.

When we've finished order drinks and a little bit of chow, she whispers, "be right back, honey," in my ear. I spank her bum and she giggles before leaving.

I get an awkward look from Deacy, Brian won't meet my eye as he finishes his drink looking away, and it's Roger who of course doesn't hold his tongue.

"What are you tryna do? Seduce our waitress into giving us free drinks?," he smirks.

"Mmm, just trying to dip my toe into the pond is all," I shrug.

"And that pond would be the one with all the fish? I thought that was the sea?," Deacy finally has to say his piece.

"Nein. I said pond. Like the one that birds flock to to find the perfect worm."

"And you're the worm?," Roger asks, looking quite puzzled.

"Precisely. I've the juiciest worm any of these birds have ever tasted-"

Brian spits out his drink at this. "Christ!," he laughs, wiping his chin. "Save the slick talk for those birds then," he chuckles.

"I'm going to feather a bird so good, I'll rattle her til her wings pluck off and then, and then she'll never leave me," I feel woozy in my tum, a bit of swishing going on in there.

"You know that's not the same," Deacy says just low enough for me to hear him next to me. "And you wouldn't do that. It's not your character," he finishes with a smile and a pat on my arm.

"Yeah, well, I'm a new character now, I've reset the entire game, repolished the joystick, now all's I need is a good blow into the cartridge and baby, by cartridge I mean , me—"

Im cut off, but I raise my hand at the last word, letting Becca know that the drink is for me. She settles the tray down on the table to pass out the drinks.

"The food will be out in just a second," she says, mostly only to me. She's got goo-goo eyes already, I'm swimming in it.

"Now you've got an attachment for the night. I guess you've caught your bird," Brian comments as Becca walks away swaying her hips for me. Nice round hips; hourglass figure.

"I haven't made up my mind just yet," I reply. "I feel a two for one special coming on," I wink, downing my drink to head for the dance floor.

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"Take a stroll back to my place," is all I had to say for the tart to strip off her waitress apron and come along.