Aarmau Short Stories ●A Purplla Publish●

|Story Two| Like its 1921

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"Come on, Aaron, you're always working. You can enjoy a night out." Garroth, Aaron, and Laurence sit down at a round table. "When was the last time you can say we all got together for a night?"

"Gee, I'd say last week when you tried to get in that flapper's underwear." Aaron says, taking a cigarette out of Laurence's pack and lights it up. "And Laurence tried to bribe one into letting him take her home." He puffs out smoke.

"But did it work? Yes sir it did." Laurence also lights a cigarette up. "She never called me back though."

"If I were her, neither would I." Garroth jokes, taking the cigarette from Laurence and putting it between his lips.

"Well, I heard some new girl will be performing tonight. I can't wait to see that." Laurence leans back in his chair.

"Yeah?" Aaron asks, "That one won't like you either." He and Garroth laugh while fist bumping.

"You're just jealous you both haven't had any in a good minute."

"For your information, Cathy wasn't going to last. The girl likes to keep her options open." Aaron responds, taking another hit at his cigarette. "Plus... she wasn't that good instead. She could've done better."

A man in a tux comes onto the stage and holds onto the microphone. "Welcome, ladies and gents to Big Doug's House!" Everyone starts applauding. "Now, tonight, we have a new girl and we think you'll all like her. Give it up for our new performer, Miss Aphmau Everton!"

Garroth and Laurence clap hard but Aaron keeps a slow pace. The curtains rise on a girl wearing a short black fitted dress and white gloves that went past her elbows. Her shiny curled black hair hit her shoulders and she wore a thick white headband with a black feather on it.

Most of the men holler at her and clap even harder. Garroth and Laurence join the hollers while Aaron stops clapping and just stares at her.

Everything about her said beauty. Her bright red lipstick was the first thing he saw. Her big eyes scan the crowd and she gives a closed mouth smile and nods to the musicians.

She starts singing, "Johnny was bashful and shy,
nobody understood why Mary loved him..." She gives off a bright smile.

Aaron watches as she drives her hand down the microphone stand and continues. Now the men are getting a little antsy. Some stand up with their beers in their hand and kept their eyes on how she moves.

"...He doesn't look like much of a lover but don't judge a book by it's cover. He's got the face of an angel but there's a devil in his eye..." She takes the microphone off the stand and starts walking into the crowd.

As she walked by the men, they would grab her hand and give her compliments. But she only smiled and kept smiling. Aaron looked her up and down. From her face, to her body, to her shoes. "At a party or at a ball, I've got to admit that he's nothing at all. But in a morris chair...You'd be surprised."

He likes what he sees.

"Know he looks as slow as the Erie but you don't know the half of it, dearie. He looks as cold as an Eskimo, but there's fire in his eyes..." She walks over to the table with the three men, circling it.

Laurence eyes her down and winks at her and Garroth takes a glug of his beer and goes to touch her hip, but she moves. "On a streetcar or in a train, you'd think he was born without any brain. But in a taxicab..." She puts both hands on Aaron's shoulders and stands behind him.

"You'd be surprised." She vocalized as she backs away and starts walking back to the stage, earning everyone's applause.

Garroth and Laurence still clap hard and so does Aaron, keeping his eyes on her as the curtains close on her. "I told you she was going to be drop dead gorgeous." Laurence starts the conversation.