Skinny love

III

“Ashley the girls at bar one need another margarita” they ordered from the other side of the bar.

I nodded rather quickly trying to comprehend what each order was and what each client  

wanted, I couldn't quiet focus over the loud music they were playing here. 

It’s been officially one week since I escaped from home. 

One week were harry and myself have worked our asses off trying to pay his shit debt that he owed the David, but as I recall we only had about $300 all in total. 

I rubbed my temples all this drama was starting to give me a headache sadly I couldn’t quiet go home until the Club closed which was usually around three o’clock in the morning. Poor me right? I rushed over towards Bar one placing the margarita on their table “Anything else you’d like?” I gave them a cheap false smile, they shook their heads.

 This was my usual week, once they left I cleaned the tables and got set to welcome other new clients coming into the club. 

I pulled down shirt trying to cover most part of my body but it wouldn’t budge it.

staying as a more slutty version of a crop top.

 I obviously wasn't very comfortable with my attire but as my boss would say 

“It’s for the costumers not for you?” I rolled my eyes pushing back lose strands of hair behind my ear.

The clock marked two o’clock, my hear skipped a beats with happiness finally one more hour until I finally went home to rest. 

I heard a whistle behind me “You! over there hurry the hell up” He rolled his eyes chewing obnoxiously on his piece of gum. 

The nerve that guy had? Who the hell did he think he was to treat me like some piece of worthless shit

Then I remembered I was a piece of shit and a broke one too! Walking over nonchalantly taking my sweet bitter time, who cares I didn’t need his miserable tip? Guys like him always left me a one dollar tip. “Finally some fucking service”  I falsed another cheap smile “hello, what would you like.” I spat quiet rudely if I may say. “Can I get you in my bed tonight” He snickered along with his friends. “What the hell do you want” I responded back in a harsher tone. 

“Feisty one” he laughed once again. That words gave me the chills reminding me of the day the guy walked into my room planning on practically raping me.

“Hello?” he said again, realizing I had dosed off into space and forgotten what exactly he would like. “I’m sorry can you repeat that?” I was ashamed this never happened to me. 

“I said could I have a bottle of wa-“ mid sentence he was cut off he stared down at his cellphone although he was wearing shades I could obviously see he was quiet upset by what he was seeing on his cellphone. I tried peaking a smile glance but I would look nosey right? Could it be possible that this douche bag actually had a girlfriend?    

 He looked up once again “Actually never mind can I want eight tequila shots.” he replied roughly. I nodded “And your friends” I replied weakly “They’re not my friends and they’re probably hooking up with some girls by now” I laughed. I don’t know why. I walked away quickly before he could notice my presence. Playing eight small shots of tequila in front of him “anything else?” 

“Yeah, could you not tell the pap’s I drank this much.” he chugged down two shots in seconds moving onto his third. “Umm.. sure” I knitted my eyebrows confusedly. “Paps are paparazzi’s blondie” he laughed. “Why would they care about you?” I looked up at him still rather confused by the entire situation. “You really don’t know who I am?” he laughed I shook my head and he removed his sunglasses revealing soft brown eyes which currently looked red and puffy. Either from tears or smoking so much pot. Probably the pot I mean from his clothing attire he wore a white clean muscle top that adjusted perfectly to his body and baggy pants, golden watch. 

“I’m sorry..I really don’t” I shrugged “You’re pretty fucking stupid then..”He scoffed. 

“Fuck o-“ I stopped in mid sentence “Ash!” I turned around meeting Linsey’s eyes. 

Who was linsey? Let’s just say a co-worker than makes out with guys in the club every once and then for ‘extra cash’ “Yeah?”  “Harry’s here to see you” she beamed. 

I left the inside of the counter walking over towards harry’s now built tattooed figure “Hey!” I smiled he was wearing his old suicide silence t-shirt which obviously brought broken memories from the day. Our lives changed. He hugged my embracing my body with his something he hasn’t done in a week or so, taking advantage of the situation I buried my face into his neck whispering softly “I missed your hugs so much har” he nodded “I’m sorry ash. I just stopped by to get a quick drink and walk home with you” he flashed me a quick grin. He took a seat next to the douche bag who had just finished his tequila shots and now was flirting with some beach blondes in the corner. “asshole” I scoffed. “What can I get you harry?” I laughed this was quite odd I never imaged I would be serving harry in this crummy place. “Can I have a beer” he nodded. 

“Yooooooo babe you’re finally back” the white shirt asshole sat back down smoking a what seemed a cigarette. “What do you want?” “I want you in my bed that’s what I want” he hiccuped.

“hey man fuck off alright?” Harry slapped the cigarette out of his hands. “You just fucking wasted my last fucking blunt you worthless piece of shit” he spat back at harry. They both stood up rapidly I knew what to expect next. Flying fist of course. “Harry please stop…he’s drunk.” 

“Wait you know this asshole?” he looked back at me. “Yes I do.. and I think it’s time you go home sir.” I replied softly my voice was growing weaker. “Blondie are you really kicking me out?” 

“Who the hell is he your boyfriend or some shitt” he hiccuped once again knocking over the empty shot glasses. “why do you care” I replied growing annoyed with him. “Give me ten more shots” he ordered ignoring my question. “Fine.” he better be leaving me a good fucking tip if he’s going to treat me like shit, slamming ten glasses onto the counter roughly “Satisfied!” “Yes actually very” he chugged down the shots. “You know what had I think it’s best if you just start walking home without me I’m going to take a while for what it seems” giving a weary smile back, he nodded “alright be careful ashley” he nodded shoving purposely into the asshole in front of me. 

“Ashley”

“Ashleyyy”  I looked up and to my fucking luck he figured out my fucking name. “What do you want” “Aw come on why won’t you give me your number” he gave me a pouty face attempting to be rather sincere but it obviously wasn’t working out. “Maybe because you’re drunk and I don’t even know you. I don’t want to know you. “ I smiled cheaply. “Well blondie I’m heading out but I promise you I will get that number” he smirked walking away. I picked up the money which was nearly close to four hundred dollars “keep the change blondie” he had written on the hundred bill. “Holy shit” I stuffed three hundred into my pocket finally heading home. 

Who was he?

and why did he have so much money was the question..