would be back lit by fog and some eerie looking green lighting while a fierce wind would be whipping her hair around, but since this is real life, all she gets is a little wall tremor from the slamming door and the menacing look she’s sporting.
“Yo, Brandon, bring me a beer,” she growls as she makes her way to our table.
“Bad day dear?” Jack asks sincerely.
“My fucking boss. You remember how last week the corporate jackasses came in for a visit and told me to keep an eye on Harvey. Well today, I stopped in accounting to make sure that he sent the invoices down to Anita. He didn’t. So, I stop back at his office and ask him if he needs me to take care of them. You wanna know what the dick said?”
“What?” Bella asked.
“He asked me what five hundred dollars would get him. When I just stood there, he said ‘aw come on, it’s gotta get me something.’ Then the jackass pulled out some one hundred dollar bills and waved them at me saying, ‘we don’t have to go all the way. We can compromise.’”
“Oh my, that’s not right. You should report him,” I encouraged.
“To who? The corporate monkeys know what’s going on. They are just biding their time until he leaves. If I make a stink, they’ll say something to him, but I’ll be the one stuck dealing with the backlash.”
“I can’t believe you haven’t throat chopped him yet. That shows a lot of restraint on your part,” Jack said earnestly.
“BRANDON! WHERE THE HELL IS MY BEER?”
Brandon pulled himself away from chatting up the jailbait that just arrived to scowl at Makayla. He grabbed two beers and set them on the bar for us to retrieve.
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. What’s going on with you guys?”
“Well,” Bella began with a huge grin, “I got a temporary contract with that boutique in L.A. I’m just sending a few pieces to start. They want to see if my styles can fill the current void with the celebrities and rich trophy wives. If it goes well, they will add me as one if their designers. It’s very exclusive and upscale, and they only sell one of-a-kind creations, so I should get top dollar.”
I gave Bella a hug and exclaimed, “that’s fantastic! I’m so proud of you!”
Jack held up his beer for a toast. “To having a famous designer in our midst, and to her never charging us full price!”
Jack’s phone buzzed and Bella tried to peek at who was texting. “Give it up Jackie. Someone has been blowing up your phone since we got here. Spill.”
“Oh all right,” he said exasperated. “It’s Joe. He’s flying in tonight and wants to know if I want to hang out.”
“You mean he’s calling for a booty call?” I asked.
“Yes, he’s calling for a booty call. He’s only in town for one night, and he isn’t sharing a room with anyone this time.”
“Which one is Joe?” Makayla asked.
“Flight attendant, little shorter than me, wears glasses. We met him a couple of months ago. ”
“Oh yeah, I remember him. I think.”
“I’m not sure I want to go. It was supposed to be a one night stand.”
“So it’s moved from a one night stand to a friend with benefits deal. Just minus the friend part. You should go.” I told Jack.
“If you don’t go, I’m giving you Lexie’s vag card,” Makayla stated.
I smacked Makayla on the arm, “that was totally uncalled for! My vag has been getting one hell of a workout!”
“What if he’s a serial killer? Flying into town, killing people, and then flying out before the bodies cool,” Jack asked.
Bella gave him a scathing look, “listen, if you come up missing, we will work with a sketch artist to help identify him.”
“I can barely remember what he looks like; I know none of your drunk asses remember.”
“Why didn’t anyone think to get a picture of him?” I asked.
“Don’t look at me. I was in no condition to operate something as complicated as a
“Yo, Brandon, bring me a beer,” she growls as she makes her way to our table.
“Bad day dear?” Jack asks sincerely.
“My fucking boss. You remember how last week the corporate jackasses came in for a visit and told me to keep an eye on Harvey. Well today, I stopped in accounting to make sure that he sent the invoices down to Anita. He didn’t. So, I stop back at his office and ask him if he needs me to take care of them. You wanna know what the dick said?”
“What?” Bella asked.
“He asked me what five hundred dollars would get him. When I just stood there, he said ‘aw come on, it’s gotta get me something.’ Then the jackass pulled out some one hundred dollar bills and waved them at me saying, ‘we don’t have to go all the way. We can compromise.’”
“Oh my, that’s not right. You should report him,” I encouraged.
“To who? The corporate monkeys know what’s going on. They are just biding their time until he leaves. If I make a stink, they’ll say something to him, but I’ll be the one stuck dealing with the backlash.”
“I can’t believe you haven’t throat chopped him yet. That shows a lot of restraint on your part,” Jack said earnestly.
“BRANDON! WHERE THE HELL IS MY BEER?”
Brandon pulled himself away from chatting up the jailbait that just arrived to scowl at Makayla. He grabbed two beers and set them on the bar for us to retrieve.
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. What’s going on with you guys?”
“Well,” Bella began with a huge grin, “I got a temporary contract with that boutique in L.A. I’m just sending a few pieces to start. They want to see if my styles can fill the current void with the celebrities and rich trophy wives. If it goes well, they will add me as one if their designers. It’s very exclusive and upscale, and they only sell one of-a-kind creations, so I should get top dollar.”
I gave Bella a hug and exclaimed, “that’s fantastic! I’m so proud of you!”
Jack held up his beer for a toast. “To having a famous designer in our midst, and to her never charging us full price!”
Jack’s phone buzzed and Bella tried to peek at who was texting. “Give it up Jackie. Someone has been blowing up your phone since we got here. Spill.”
“Oh all right,” he said exasperated. “It’s Joe. He’s flying in tonight and wants to know if I want to hang out.”
“You mean he’s calling for a booty call?” I asked.
“Yes, he’s calling for a booty call. He’s only in town for one night, and he isn’t sharing a room with anyone this time.”
“Which one is Joe?” Makayla asked.
“Flight attendant, little shorter than me, wears glasses. We met him a couple of months ago. ”
“Oh yeah, I remember him. I think.”
“I’m not sure I want to go. It was supposed to be a one night stand.”
“So it’s moved from a one night stand to a friend with benefits deal. Just minus the friend part. You should go.” I told Jack.
“If you don’t go, I’m giving you Lexie’s vag card,” Makayla stated.
I smacked Makayla on the arm, “that was totally uncalled for! My vag has been getting one hell of a workout!”
“What if he’s a serial killer? Flying into town, killing people, and then flying out before the bodies cool,” Jack asked.
Bella gave him a scathing look, “listen, if you come up missing, we will work with a sketch artist to help identify him.”
“I can barely remember what he looks like; I know none of your drunk asses remember.”
“Why didn’t anyone think to get a picture of him?” I asked.
“Don’t look at me. I was in no condition to operate something as complicated as a
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