4 Miles to Paradise

Chapter 9: Uncle Frank's

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Chapter 9: Uncle Frank's - where the only customers are old men and college kids, and we give alcohol to minors, oops

"Hey Rosalyn, bad night?" Miles asks Rose, from behind the dark bar where he pours a drink for a tall, grey-haired man, wearing a suit, who sat a few seats down from her. Some might call him a "silver fox," though Rose is certainly not into older men. That's just disgusting.

Rose lets out a sigh and a nod, to reply to Miles' earlier question.

Uncle Frank's customers consist mostly of old balding men who play blackjack, smoke cigarettes and drink whiskey. The rest are college kids in need of a place to party off campus. Generally, the place is pretty quiet, sort of empty, and always free of police. The girls and Rose play here at least once a week.

It's nice because the cops are never around this area since it's in the middle of nowhere, which Rose would usually hate, but it allows her to play with a light buzz, which is great since Winter has terrible stage fright, and she has some herself though not nearly as bad as Win.

Winter's feet freeze like they've been glued to the floor, but then her knees begin juggling quick and her fingers get restless, and her breathing quickens. Before you know it, her face is red as a tomato and she's looking about ready to faint.

The girl doesn't drink, ever, the drinking helps Rose's stage fright. Winter has some sort of prescription thing for it, her stage anxiety. She's so good like that, never doing anything illegal or harmful. So different from Tema, Minny, and Rose, but they all have their differences, and it's what makes them work. They need each other to balance. If they were all Winter's, or September's, or Minnette's, or Rosalyn's, well Rose would hate to be anyone who knew them because that'd be hell!

"Your drink is coming," Miles says, understanding exactly why Rose came here tonight. She will probably end up slipping some words to him later, but then she has done it before and he never tells, so she has assurance in his silence. Although, who would he even tell, and who would want to listen?

Anyways, Miles is a cool dude. He's twenty-three, he's gay, he has long dirty blond hair, a mustache, and he's a damn good storyteller.

"Thanks, Miles. You're the best," Rose tells him, while pulling out a small wad of cash from the inside of her Longchamp bag.

Minnette bought it for Rose when she visited her family in France last year, and as much as Rose didn't want to accept such a luxurious gift from her, she forced Rose to. She tried to pay her back only about a million times, but the girl is even more stubborn than Rose is!

He chuckles, watching the chaos of Rose looking for money, like usual, seeing as she just chucks things into the bag, unorganized. "Girl, you really need to find a new wallet."

She shrugs in response to his statement, before asking about James, Miles' boyfriend. The dude is the stereotypical gay guy shown on TV, but he's also super masculine at the same time. He's constantly shopping for new clothes for him and Miles, and he takes hours in the morning to gel his hair and make it look perfectly messy, however, he also loves sports and working out at the gym like your classic jock. They all love him. He's such a sweetheart!

"Great, he's out shopping right now. My parents are throwing a party this weekend. I'm finally letting them meet him," he replies with a smile on his face.