“Certainly. In fact, you can have my chair … I was just leaving anyway. Catch you later, Guido … and remember what we were talking about.”
With that, he gives me a big wink and wanders off, leavin’ me alone with the skirt … who wastes no time plantin’ her curvaceous bottom on the chair my cousin has so graciously vacated.
“So … I haven’t seen you in here before.”
“What?”
I have been so busy thinkin’ about what I am goin’ to do to Nunzio to repay him for his “graciousness” that I nearly miss the broad’s openin’ gambit.
“Oh. No, we just got into town this week. This seems to be turnin’ out to be our main hangout, though.”
“Hey, that’s terrific! This is one of my favorite spots. It’s my first time in this week, though. Girl’s got to do the rounds to keep up with what’s going on in town … like when new soldiers arrive.”
Although I have been feelin’ self-conscious about meetin’ one of these high class skirts, this one seems real easy to talk to … like I’d known her for years. Whafs more, she is certainly not at all hard on the eyes, if you know what I mean.
“Say,” I sez, “can I get you somthin’ to drink? A wine spritzer, maybe?”
“Bourbon. Rocks. Water back.”
“Say what?”
I mean, it isn’t just that she drinks stronger hootch than I would have expected, it is the way she rattled it off. I decide it is not this chick’s first time into a bar … a decision made easier by the fact she has already told me as much.
“Better still,” she sez, “isn’t there somewhere else we can go?”
This is a rough one. Abdul’s is the only joint in town I have frequented so far.