it, I say. What harm is there really. Braxton is a sexy man, and I’m sure Ash is too. I say why not. I mean, come on, its 2014, anything’s possible. As long as they’re not stalled up in the bathroom, rubbing one off together, they should be good.” If I get anymore diva-like in my question and answer session, I think I might hurl.
Ugh, the extremes one goes through for good info. Good ole Sparky here is going above and beyond the normal singing like a bird scenario. He’s gone into full rooster mode, top clucker in the henhouse, and is crowing like morning sunrise shines straight out of his ass.
“To be honest, if Ash and the boss ever hooked up, I’d tie my apron string around my neck and to that rail, and just jump. Ash is the most delish man I’ve ever seen, like you, so sexy it sends a guy into the shivers.” He takes a deep gasp of air, wiggling his body around like he has the quivers, then dives back in. “If Ash and I ever had a chance, I swear I’d ride that man like a carousel ride. Round and round, screaming yee-haw the whole time.” He starts fanning himself with his hand. “Hold tight, I’ll be right back.” He runs up to the bar and returns with two cokes, putting one in front of me.
“You okay, Serge?” I ask him, while he gulps half of his drink.
“Sparky please, and of course, I’m taking a ten minute break.”
“Oh, then pull up a chair.”
He slides in the chair. “There was this rumor going around way, way back in the day, even before my time here.” He looks to both sides and over his shoulders, checking to see if the coast is clear. “They say that Braxton got all butt-hurt by some ex he had when he was eighteen or nineteen years old and he was off limits. I’m talking hands off, do not even try to approach or ask him about it.”
“We’ve all been there right?” Holy fuck, my mission for being here completely screeches to a halt and heads in a new direction. Not only did it veer off the last path, it jumps a ditch and goes mudding through a fucking hayfield, to hear this information now. I want to hear more about Braxton and exactly how the hell his employee’s know so much about his personal life…and me.
“Oh abs-sooo-lutely, been hurt to, but Braxton took it extra, super-duper hard apparently. I mean, he’d go out on dates sometimes, or have the occasional hook up like we all do, but he just never really hit it off with anyone. I’m guessing he was probably scared to get hurt again. Well one of the guys he’d been seeing off and on, tried to push him a little too hard into the whole boyfriend role, and from what I’ve been told…” He leans in to whisper. “Shit hit the flipping fan on high speed and splattered everyone with it, right here in the restaurant too. It supposedly got real, real nasty.” He puts his elbows on the table wiping his forehead.
“Uh oh, that’s bad for business. Really bad.” I pick up my glass.
“Luckily it was after closing time, just barely though, thank the fairy godmother, but it did happened in front of the entire staff. They started arguing in the back office, everyone could hear them. The guy was screaming at Braxton, telling him that he was confused and was owed an explanation. I guess the boss told him that he wasn’t telling him anything else. It made that man mad and they were fighting bad and by the end of it all they were yelling across the whole first floor, right in front of everyone.” He raises both eyebrows, shaking his head up and down.
“Damn, it must have been a real doozy.” A doozy, how the fuck do I even know that word? I’m starting to worry myself.
“I know, I know. The guy went on a whining tantrum and told Braxton that he needed to let things in his past, stay right there in the past. Braxton went off. He started yelling at him, like I said, right down there.” Serge points to the first floor again, and gets in even closer, whispering. “The bosses exact words, and I’m totally
Ugh, the extremes one goes through for good info. Good ole Sparky here is going above and beyond the normal singing like a bird scenario. He’s gone into full rooster mode, top clucker in the henhouse, and is crowing like morning sunrise shines straight out of his ass.
“To be honest, if Ash and the boss ever hooked up, I’d tie my apron string around my neck and to that rail, and just jump. Ash is the most delish man I’ve ever seen, like you, so sexy it sends a guy into the shivers.” He takes a deep gasp of air, wiggling his body around like he has the quivers, then dives back in. “If Ash and I ever had a chance, I swear I’d ride that man like a carousel ride. Round and round, screaming yee-haw the whole time.” He starts fanning himself with his hand. “Hold tight, I’ll be right back.” He runs up to the bar and returns with two cokes, putting one in front of me.
“You okay, Serge?” I ask him, while he gulps half of his drink.
“Sparky please, and of course, I’m taking a ten minute break.”
“Oh, then pull up a chair.”
He slides in the chair. “There was this rumor going around way, way back in the day, even before my time here.” He looks to both sides and over his shoulders, checking to see if the coast is clear. “They say that Braxton got all butt-hurt by some ex he had when he was eighteen or nineteen years old and he was off limits. I’m talking hands off, do not even try to approach or ask him about it.”
“We’ve all been there right?” Holy fuck, my mission for being here completely screeches to a halt and heads in a new direction. Not only did it veer off the last path, it jumps a ditch and goes mudding through a fucking hayfield, to hear this information now. I want to hear more about Braxton and exactly how the hell his employee’s know so much about his personal life…and me.
“Oh abs-sooo-lutely, been hurt to, but Braxton took it extra, super-duper hard apparently. I mean, he’d go out on dates sometimes, or have the occasional hook up like we all do, but he just never really hit it off with anyone. I’m guessing he was probably scared to get hurt again. Well one of the guys he’d been seeing off and on, tried to push him a little too hard into the whole boyfriend role, and from what I’ve been told…” He leans in to whisper. “Shit hit the flipping fan on high speed and splattered everyone with it, right here in the restaurant too. It supposedly got real, real nasty.” He puts his elbows on the table wiping his forehead.
“Uh oh, that’s bad for business. Really bad.” I pick up my glass.
“Luckily it was after closing time, just barely though, thank the fairy godmother, but it did happened in front of the entire staff. They started arguing in the back office, everyone could hear them. The guy was screaming at Braxton, telling him that he was confused and was owed an explanation. I guess the boss told him that he wasn’t telling him anything else. It made that man mad and they were fighting bad and by the end of it all they were yelling across the whole first floor, right in front of everyone.” He raises both eyebrows, shaking his head up and down.
“Damn, it must have been a real doozy.” A doozy, how the fuck do I even know that word? I’m starting to worry myself.
“I know, I know. The guy went on a whining tantrum and told Braxton that he needed to let things in his past, stay right there in the past. Braxton went off. He started yelling at him, like I said, right down there.” Serge points to the first floor again, and gets in even closer, whispering. “The bosses exact words, and I’m totally
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