money
on the bar and turn around, but something catches my eyes, and my
brain goes from zero to sixty immediately, observing the scene in
front of me.
It’s almost like when a swarm of flies zeros in
on a piece of crap, although instead of flies, they’re guys. Around
the girls, smiling, talking to them, licking their lips, and
getting ready to go in for the kill. Especially Harlow. I study all
of them for a few moments, surveying, waiting to see what their
next moves will be.
My eyes go to Porter, who is standing next to
them. I notice the girls not paying any attention to him, but his
eyes are on all three of them. I start to make my way over, but the
beaut next to me stills my arm.
“Where are you off to? I want to find out where
your other tattoos are.”
Damn, I could have her right now, and she’s
fucking hot, but the big brother vibe in me needs to go over and
give the guys flirting with the girls a bit of warning, without
words that is.
“Maybe later, baby. I’ll find you. What’s your
name?”
“Leilani.”
Polynesian? Sounds hot.
“Sounds good. And you will get your answer about
the rest of my ink.”
She releases my arm, and I stroll over to the
gang. The guys around the girls aren’t as big as me, some are built
well, but my stature towers over them. I make my approach,
methodically, intimidating even.
I hand Harlow her beer after I tap her arm. She
doesn’t even take her eyes off this guy she’s talking to, she just
holds out her hand for me to place the beer in it.
What the fuck is that all about?
“You’re welcome, Turnip.”
The guy she’s talking to snickers.
“Turnip? What is that?”
Harlow laughs forcefully at his question. I mean
such an exaggerated attempt at a laugh that even I think it’s
comical.
“Oh, that’s just some silly name my neighbor
came up with. Oh, I’m so sorry, but I didn’t get your name.” She
asks the genius standing next to her.
“Elton. Elton Joel.”
Now see, that’s my cue to laugh the way she just
did, but mine won’t be forced because you have to be kidding me.
Elton Joel? Were his parents smoking crack when they named him? Oh,
wait. I’m not going to answer that, but it’s not going to stop me
from laughing right in his face.
“Elton Joel? Seriously?”
Harlow shoots me daggers from her eyes, clearly
ready to kill me. Elton Joel smiles when Harlow looks at him after
she shoots me her fiery gaze, but when she looks back to me, his
expression is less than welcoming.
“Yes, I know. My mom was a huge Elton John and
Billy Joel fan. You gotta take what you get. I’m used to it.”
Harlow’s grin spreads so wide, her jaw is going
to hurt.
“I know exactly how that is. I was named after
an old movie star my mother loved.”
Elton Joel moves in a little closer to her ear,
and I inch a little more towards Harlow to listen in. It’s loud in
here, so I bend down a little. All I hear from him is, “Harlow’s a
beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He picks her beer-free hand
up and kisses the top of it.
Oh, come on! That’s a line I use, and a move I
make. Can’t he be original? I’m the king of the pickup lines, and
that is by far one of the cheesiest. This guy is a grade-A ass. My
dilemma is do I intervene, or let Harlow step into his pile of
bullshit. I’m not going to think. I’m just going to speak.
“Hey, Turnip, Max’s band will be going on in a
few. He got us a few booths reserved so why don’t we go sit.”
Again, not eyeing me, she speaks in an even tone.
“Cruz, I’m perfectly fine right here for now.
I’ll come over in a bit.” All the while she’s still grinning at
this asshat like he’s Santa Claus or something. Then she shoos me
away with her hand, like I’m bothering her or something. Like I’m
one of the swarm of guy flies, but with me, I annoy her like a
typical fly. I guess I’m lucky she didn’t swat and smash me like
one.
I mutter out a ‘fine’, and I’m not really sure
she even heard
on the bar and turn around, but something catches my eyes, and my
brain goes from zero to sixty immediately, observing the scene in
front of me.
It’s almost like when a swarm of flies zeros in
on a piece of crap, although instead of flies, they’re guys. Around
the girls, smiling, talking to them, licking their lips, and
getting ready to go in for the kill. Especially Harlow. I study all
of them for a few moments, surveying, waiting to see what their
next moves will be.
My eyes go to Porter, who is standing next to
them. I notice the girls not paying any attention to him, but his
eyes are on all three of them. I start to make my way over, but the
beaut next to me stills my arm.
“Where are you off to? I want to find out where
your other tattoos are.”
Damn, I could have her right now, and she’s
fucking hot, but the big brother vibe in me needs to go over and
give the guys flirting with the girls a bit of warning, without
words that is.
“Maybe later, baby. I’ll find you. What’s your
name?”
“Leilani.”
Polynesian? Sounds hot.
“Sounds good. And you will get your answer about
the rest of my ink.”
She releases my arm, and I stroll over to the
gang. The guys around the girls aren’t as big as me, some are built
well, but my stature towers over them. I make my approach,
methodically, intimidating even.
I hand Harlow her beer after I tap her arm. She
doesn’t even take her eyes off this guy she’s talking to, she just
holds out her hand for me to place the beer in it.
What the fuck is that all about?
“You’re welcome, Turnip.”
The guy she’s talking to snickers.
“Turnip? What is that?”
Harlow laughs forcefully at his question. I mean
such an exaggerated attempt at a laugh that even I think it’s
comical.
“Oh, that’s just some silly name my neighbor
came up with. Oh, I’m so sorry, but I didn’t get your name.” She
asks the genius standing next to her.
“Elton. Elton Joel.”
Now see, that’s my cue to laugh the way she just
did, but mine won’t be forced because you have to be kidding me.
Elton Joel? Were his parents smoking crack when they named him? Oh,
wait. I’m not going to answer that, but it’s not going to stop me
from laughing right in his face.
“Elton Joel? Seriously?”
Harlow shoots me daggers from her eyes, clearly
ready to kill me. Elton Joel smiles when Harlow looks at him after
she shoots me her fiery gaze, but when she looks back to me, his
expression is less than welcoming.
“Yes, I know. My mom was a huge Elton John and
Billy Joel fan. You gotta take what you get. I’m used to it.”
Harlow’s grin spreads so wide, her jaw is going
to hurt.
“I know exactly how that is. I was named after
an old movie star my mother loved.”
Elton Joel moves in a little closer to her ear,
and I inch a little more towards Harlow to listen in. It’s loud in
here, so I bend down a little. All I hear from him is, “Harlow’s a
beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He picks her beer-free hand
up and kisses the top of it.
Oh, come on! That’s a line I use, and a move I
make. Can’t he be original? I’m the king of the pickup lines, and
that is by far one of the cheesiest. This guy is a grade-A ass. My
dilemma is do I intervene, or let Harlow step into his pile of
bullshit. I’m not going to think. I’m just going to speak.
“Hey, Turnip, Max’s band will be going on in a
few. He got us a few booths reserved so why don’t we go sit.”
Again, not eyeing me, she speaks in an even tone.
“Cruz, I’m perfectly fine right here for now.
I’ll come over in a bit.” All the while she’s still grinning at
this asshat like he’s Santa Claus or something. Then she shoos me
away with her hand, like I’m bothering her or something. Like I’m
one of the swarm of guy flies, but with me, I annoy her like a
typical fly. I guess I’m lucky she didn’t swat and smash me like
one.
I mutter out a ‘fine’, and I’m not really sure
she even heard
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