"Well get over here sweetie 'cause my panties are in a bunch."
"But things went funny when I got there."
I don’t know what my readers do for a living (actually, that’s not true--I know what a few of you do!); but if you were say...a mechanic by trade I wouldn’t ask you to work on my car for free; nor would I ask any other professional to do what they do as a favor. We’d have to be very tight before I’d do that.
So as I sat at that Bleecker Street bar I felt a little used by Jules and the way he’d sent me inside on what was obviously a pretext. Not that I’d done any actual investigation per se; and Jules did give me $20 dollars, but that big bartender’s face wasn’t particularly friendly. And he didn’t laugh or appear happy to hear from Jules. It brought to mind the night before at The Garden. The way Jules had been reluctant to approach the Will-Call window and instead insisted that I retrieve the tickets.
But this here was worse. Actually made me upset. I didn’t know what Jules was up to, but he obviously felt he had to feel things out with this guy and sent me inside to do it! On a pretext. Like a sucker. I was pissed and the only reason I stuck around was to say goodbye to Buttons in person. Her sister Rules means a lot to me. Things always need to be cool between us or I can’t see my dog Spiffy out in Denver. So I waited.
And I stewed.
Until suddenly.
Ring, ring.
Ring, ring.
The phone’s window display said Buttons.
(heavy sigh).
Ring, ring,
Ring, ring.
Ring, ring,
Ring, ring.
Ring, ring,
Rin..
“Hello?”
“Lodo! Where are you sweetheart?”
“I’m still at the bar Buttons, did you guys go back to the hotel?”
“The hotel?!--What?--No! We’re at the restaurant. Get over here, we’re buying you dinner.”
“Oh,...I don’t know Buttons. I think I’m gonna call it a night.”
“What! Why?! I told you I was buying you dinner. We’re here right now at _________. Its not far. You can walk. Or take a cab. We’ll pay for it.”
“...You’re at _________?”
“Yeah!”
“...I’ve heard about that place.”
“So get over here sweetie cause my panties are in a bunch.”
Buttons abruptly hung up the phone and I reluctantly proceeded to make my way to the restaurant. Torn as I made my way, yet still with the intention of simply saying goodbye in person.
But things went funny when I got there.
For example, when I walked in that Irish guy--Danny the bartender, was behind the bar. Working. In the same uniform/apron and everything as though we’d never left the other place. That kind of threw me. Only this time we shared a smile.
“Weren’t you just working at ________? I asked him as I approached.
“Yeah,” he said with a laugh as he located a bottle of Johnnie Black, “I work here too.”
“Oh hey!” I told him, “I hope that’s not for m...”
“No worries,” he said with a raised palm as he slid me the drink and had the hostess approach, “Cheers.”
Hmmm, I thought as I followed the tall blonde into the restaurant, that guy’s mood certainly turned for the better. And now I held yet another free Johnnie as I followed the undulating ass cheeks of my European hostess past the booths and crowded tables. She led me towards the rear of the space where before I saw her, I heard Buttons call-out despite the subdued and somewhat somber ambiance of the place.
“Lodo!” Buttons yelled as she stood up from behind her table for visibility, “over here sweetie! Whew hooo!!!! Over here!” she yelled again, as her heavy tits shook inside her too tight dress. We were still several feet away, but the hostess stopped on a dime, turned on her heels, and rolled her stuck-up eyes as she past me.
“I guess you were somehow able to find her--no?”
"Over here sweetie--whew hooo!"
*NOTE: Due to the length of this post, I'm going to split it into...I'm not even going to guess as to how many more parts! But there's gonna be a few more. Next one in a few days.
** ADDITIONAL NOTE: All pics (w/ the exclusion of the one of me) stolen off Google Images. Most are probably copyrighted.
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