An Outsider Love Story

bars and booze

"Hey what can I do to get some service over here?" A man yells loud within the bar.

It might be 10 o'clock at night for everyone else but for him it must be 2 in the morning. I could never get my mind off of the rumble. Couldn't get my mind off of Soda. I need to relax. I thought working would help but it's not doing any good. All I want to do is stab all these people here.

Like I said The Dingo is not the safest bar. Everyone prefers Jay's bar because there's less fights and less likely to get killed. Your most dangerous greasers would come into The Dingo and pick a fight with just anybody. But not only is The Dingo a bar it has its entertainment as well. We have a few strip poles in the center of the bar. We wore tight black  t-shirts with the Dingo logo and jeans. You would think that our makeup would be very bold but The Dingo prefers no makeup or very little. I wore black eyeliner and false lashes with nude lipstick and that was it.

"Hey sweetheart, instead of sitting around can you help me?" The man talks again. His voice was nasally and irritating.

"Sure hun, what can I get you?" I lean over the counter to hear him better. The music was blaring tonight and it was a full house.

"How about tequila on ice.  Can you put one of those fancy umbrellas on top." He winks at me. I wanted to vomit.

"Sure thing." I fetch his drink.

"Lola." My manager Roger calls for me. I hand the guy his drink as my manger walks to me.

"Hey R, how is it going?" I smile. He pulls me closer to the supplies closet.

"Not so bad. Anyway, I wanted to let you know we will be closing early tonight. Word is there was a rumble that started not too long ago. I'm not having any trouble at my place." He whispers.

"I understand." I whisper back. He nods his head in agreement. He turns to walk away but then looks back at me.

"I'm loving the hair by the way. Black is definitely you." Roger winks. Yes, I dyed my hair black. It's Definitely a change up. I smile at him as he let me get back to the job. I serve a couple more people here and there. Service wasn't that bad tonight other than that one guy. He was still here on his 8th tequila. It was soon midnight and we were about to close in a hour. I wash the shot glasses and dispose of the empty liquor bottles. Sadly the place is empty with the drunk man still here.

"Hey sweetheart, what time you get off?" The man giggles.

"Past your bed time." I mumble to my self.

"What was that?" He sighs.

"I said, soon." I fake a smile.

"So early. Maybe you wanna hangout afterward?" I look at him and disgust as he licks his lips and leaned over the counter. I back up into the glass case but it didn't change how far away he was from me.

"She has plans tonight." I heard Roger walking towards us. I turn to face the glass case to put away the bottles.

"Listen bub, I was talking to her first so you can either wait your turn or get lost." The man raises his voice.

"Yeah, well I don't play great with others. This is my bar, Roger Dingo." Rogers chuckles.

"We're closed." I say mid tone. I turn the bar lights off and take his several hundred tequila glasses cleaning them in the sink. Roger helps escort the man out as I head to the locker room to grab my bag. When I head for the doors I realize this place is empty except for me and Roger.

"Tim called, said the rumble is over." Roger says. I punch out my time card.

"Thanks." I smile lightly.

"Night Lola. Be safe out there." Roger opens the doors for me.

"Stay safe. Night Roger." He shuts the doors behind me. I walk down the sidewalk. It's pitch black outside and the street lamps shining dull.

I get to my house. Tim was sitting on the front porch with a black eye while Curly was laying in the grass with a bloody nose looking up at the stars.

"Wow. You guys look like shit." I get up to the porch.

"Yeah, well," Curly sits up to think of some smart comment to say back.

"Well?" I look at him smiling amused.

"I got nothing." He plops backed down on the ground. I look up at Tim and hold his face gently.

"They got you good didn't they?" He shakes it off.

"I'm good."

"You should've see them socs." Curly busted out laughing.

"Or how about that Curtis we messed up." Curly cackles. Curtis boy? Oh god.

"You didn't." I wanted to believe what Curly says isn't true but Tim stands up showing proudness.

"I said I wouldn't kill him. I never said I wouldn't hurt him. I hurt him just as much as he hurt you. He deserved what he got. Funny thing is, Darrell let us get a few hits in." My eyes widen. Darry let Tim Shepard the coldest gang member in the Shepard Clan beat up his young brother. Has he lost it?

"Yeah, then I slugged him, sayin if you come near her again or hurt her I will beat your face to the ground." Curly was inaudibly laughing. No sound came out of his mouth other than the widest smile upon his face. I don't know whether to feel angry at them or sad that Soda was hurt. I just don't know how I felt about it.

"Yeah, well whats done is done. No going back." Tim says.

"You cut your hair or am I seeing things?" Curly asked.

"And dye it?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, I had too."

"Lets go inside its a cold night." Tim stand up as Curly stand up. Curly runs up and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I giggled and hit his back.

"I hate you guys." I smiled.

"Hate you too." Curly and Tim say back.