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guys as they slobbered on themselves.
    Add the Bud to his tab, Avery.
    I shook my head and turned to the register. As I added the Budweiser bottle to the man at the end of the bar’s tab, I wondered how many drinks I forgot over the course of a busy night. I’d like to think I remembered them all, but it seemed I always wondered how many I just might forget, totally. It wasn’t my liquor, and it wasn’t any money out of my pocket, but I wanted to do my job and do it well. Still staring at the register in deep thought, Sloan’s heavy whispering brought me back to reality.
    “Did you see the three guys sitting at number eight?” 
    I turned around and faced Sloan, who was leaning over between two men who were sitting at the bar. Her boobs were smashed all over the place.
    “Yeah, I saw ‘em. I’m gonna guess they didn’t see you, though,” I chuckled as I stepped toward the bar.
    She was bent over completely, now resting her chin on the bar. Although I couldn’t see them, I was sure her boobs were spread all over the bar. Surprised the men on either side of her weren’t staring at the sides of her tits, I rolled my eyes and leaned closer to her.
    She glanced over her shoulder toward the high top where they were seated. After a long pause of filling her eyes with their disgusting stares, she turned my direction, “Huh? What are you talking about? I talked to them for like ten minutes. The one with the blue tee shirt is hot.”
    “No, actually he’s not. He looks like he’s getting ready to fly somewhere with those huge assed ears. And when I looked over there, you were talking and they were staring at your tits; all three of them,” I said quietly.
    “Whatever. I like this shirt though,” she said as she stood up.
    She was wearing a Southwestern College tee shirt, and she had cut a slice in the front of it about ten inches long; from the center of the neck opening to the center of her boobs. Her new bra was working overtime to shove her boobs out the top of the oversized opening she had created.
    “Yeah, looks great. Looks like your new BF liked it too,” I said as I tossed my head toward the big eared weirdo.
    After a single finger salute, she rolled her eyes, and turned away. I loved Sloan, but I envied her a little nonetheless. And, within all of the envy, I despised her at times. She was all too eager to allow a guy to hit on her, pick her up, use her, and break another small piece of her heart. She acted like it was all a part of her plan each time a guy used her, but I knew better. No one wants to feel as if they’re being used, and Sloan was no exception. Her frequent excuse of I just wanted some dick, I got what I wanted was sheer bullshit.
    As she walked into the dining area and made her rounds, I stared at her butt and wished it was mine. I turned toward the register and checked to make sure I added the Budweiser before Sloan walked up. As I swiped the screens and got to his tab, I smiled at the fact I had added it. Maybe I never forgot anything. Hell, who knows.
    “So, you ever date the customers?” a voice from behind me asked.
    I turned around to face Heineken bottle. I smiled as I pushed the bar rag into the corner of my jeans pocket.
    “No, I’m taken. And I’m gay. She’s my girlfriend,” I nodded into the open dining area.
    “The girl with the, uhhm,” he turned and looked over his shoulder.
    “The uhhm black hair?” he said as he turned around.
    “Yeah, the black hair and the huge tits. We’re lesbians,” I smiled.
    “That’s hot,” he said under his breath.
    “Uh yeah, not so much really. She’s got herpes, she’s dyslexic, and she’s a fucking vegan. Her huge tits make for some interesting times, but we’re always eating really weird shit, she never pronounces my name right, and can’t balance a checkbook for shit,” I sighed.
    “Oh fuck, seriously?” he gasped.
    I scrunched my nose, looked down at him, and whispered, “Yeah, and we’re roommates. I remember