Fix You.

[6]

I stood at the counter, waiting for someone come in. It was almost time to leave. 9:45. pm. I had worked my ass off at dinner time, got a few extra tips for flirting. I don't see why some girls act like they are above doing that, it's more money for me. Now it was slowing down. The last couple just left. God, were they sickening to watch. All romantic-like. I'm not for romance myself. Stuff like that makes me sick.

I was about to forget it and lock up the place early, but I had a couple of rich looking guys walk in. I cursed under my breath.

"How may I help you?" I asked in a friendly voice, smiling.

One of the guys said a sexual remark that I will not repeat. I quit the friendly act.

"Listen dickheads, I'm closing in 10 minutes. Either you order something, or get out. I'm not in the mood for your shit." I told them.

"Alright alright, I wanna Coke, baby." the taller one said, sitting down in the barstool.

"Fine." I turned around and got a Coke out of the fridge.

"Here." I said, slamming it down in front of him. I turned to his shorter friend.

"You gettin' anything?" I asked.

"Yeah, a blowjob. How much do you charge for that?" he asked, all serious like. He looked at his friend and burst into hysterical laughter.

"You know what, get out. I'm closing, get out." I said, shooing them.

I came out from around the counter.

"I said, get out. Now." I told them.

The taller one grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall. He smelled my long dark brown hair.

"This is some pretty hair. How much it cost you?" He asked, laughing.

I kneed him in the nuts, but he had me down in a second. He was hovering over me.

"Bryan, hold her down while I lift up her skirt." he told his shorter friend.

Bryan came over and held my arms while the other one lifted up my skirt.

I kicked him in the face, and got up. I turned around and punched Bryan in the nose, knocking him down. They were both laying on the ground.

"Don't fuck with me. I have a date, you better hope you didn't make me late." I said to them. I strutted off, leaving them lying on the ground, clutching their noses. I locked the door behind me, and turned around to see Dallas standing outside of his car.

"I was about to come in, but I saw you had it handled." he said, smiling.

"Yeah, I had 3 cousins that where like brothers back home." I told him. "You pick up a few things."

"And where was home, exactly?" he asked, getting in the car.

"Wyoming. Hated it." I said, opening my own car door and hopping in.

"What brought you here?" he asked, starting the car.

"I don't know, I got in my uncle's car and just drove. I ended up here." I said.

"So, J&J's bar?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said, and he turned out of the driveway.