That voice jolted me back from my fantasy. I looked up to see a guy that looked about 25 or so in a ragged white T-shirt and jeans.
“No, not really bud, I got a meal coming over soon.” The waitress stopped by and dropped off my beer which I took a long swig of and it went down good.
“Hey if you change your mind, let me know,” he said.
I took another long drink of my beer. “Before you go, answer a questions for me. Who’s the blond working the bar?”
He pulled up a seat and sat down. “That’s Sally Richards. Her dad owns this place but he’s sick. Some type of cancer I think. Anyways, I don’t know the whole story. Sally is looking after the place. My name is Billy by the way. I haven’t seen you in here before. We mostly get locals being a small town and all.”
“Yeah, I’m just sort of passing through here ,” I said. “My name is Dale.”
“Nice to meet you.” Billy said. “Say, if you want a game let me know I’m goanna try to find one.”
“Sure you take care.” Billy go up and left and the waitress finally came over with my cheeseburger. I was famished and started feeling better after a few bites. As I ate, I kept my eye on the bar and Sally. It was hard not to, there was just something about her. Like most men tend to do, my mind began to wander and all I wanted right then and there was Sally. She was wiping down the bar but she looked up again, and this time her eyes stayed on mine for more than a few moments. She glanced away but I could feel an attraction there towards me. The way you feel when you see someone, but you know you can’t have them because you’re too damn shy. I felt that in Sally just by looking at her I finished the rest of my meal and downed the remaining beer before heading for a seat at the bar. I sat down by a couple of guys that looked like they had way too much to drink. One of them got up and staggered towards the head.
“What will you have?” Sally said.
“One cold beer, and you,” I said.
“Oh shit.” Sally was almost laughing. “Look jackass I don’t have time for idiots in my bar and really BAD pickup lines. If you want a drink fine, but if you give me any trouble I’ll have my bouncers throw you right out that door.”
“Hey easy, I just want a beer. Just tryin to break the ice and be friendly.”
“I don’t need friends I need barmaids that can make a decent drink and a chef that can actually cook food that’s not a giant grease pit.”
“Well my burger wasn’t bad,” I said. “I’ve had a lot worse. Actually, your place is alright.” Sally poured the beer and brought it to me. “Can I have a glass?”
“Yeah a glass,” she said. Sally brought the glass and almost slammed it down.
“You seem a bit tense darlin,” I said.
“Oh. I didn’t know you bikers liked any sort of sophistication.” Sally popped another beer cap and gave the beer to the drunk at the bar.
“Hey honey, I have always taken a glass for my beer, it tastes better that way.” I took a long sip from the glass. “Even a biker can have some class.”
“Look I aint your honey or your darlin, so stop calling me that. I’ve got a lot of work to do running this damn bar.”
“Sure sweetheart,” I said. “I’m sorry about your dad, Billy told me about it.”
Sally poured some more drinks onto a tray. “You know Billy is in here almost every dang night. I wish one of these sluts in here would just take him home and fuck him senseless, I’m ti red of seeing his face in here. Billy should keep his trap shut, my family is my business.”
“Don’t like paying customers?” I said. “They tend to pay those bills.”
‘No, it’s not that. It’s just this damn bar. “Some nights I wish this whole place would just burn down. Look, I need to deliver these beers so if you excuse me, whatever your name is.”
“Dale.” I said. “Sure thing darlin.”
“Ok, Dale. If get one more sweetheart, honey, or darlin out of you it’s out that
“No, not really bud, I got a meal coming over soon.” The waitress stopped by and dropped off my beer which I took a long swig of and it went down good.
“Hey if you change your mind, let me know,” he said.
I took another long drink of my beer. “Before you go, answer a questions for me. Who’s the blond working the bar?”
He pulled up a seat and sat down. “That’s Sally Richards. Her dad owns this place but he’s sick. Some type of cancer I think. Anyways, I don’t know the whole story. Sally is looking after the place. My name is Billy by the way. I haven’t seen you in here before. We mostly get locals being a small town and all.”
“Yeah, I’m just sort of passing through here ,” I said. “My name is Dale.”
“Nice to meet you.” Billy said. “Say, if you want a game let me know I’m goanna try to find one.”
“Sure you take care.” Billy go up and left and the waitress finally came over with my cheeseburger. I was famished and started feeling better after a few bites. As I ate, I kept my eye on the bar and Sally. It was hard not to, there was just something about her. Like most men tend to do, my mind began to wander and all I wanted right then and there was Sally. She was wiping down the bar but she looked up again, and this time her eyes stayed on mine for more than a few moments. She glanced away but I could feel an attraction there towards me. The way you feel when you see someone, but you know you can’t have them because you’re too damn shy. I felt that in Sally just by looking at her I finished the rest of my meal and downed the remaining beer before heading for a seat at the bar. I sat down by a couple of guys that looked like they had way too much to drink. One of them got up and staggered towards the head.
“What will you have?” Sally said.
“One cold beer, and you,” I said.
“Oh shit.” Sally was almost laughing. “Look jackass I don’t have time for idiots in my bar and really BAD pickup lines. If you want a drink fine, but if you give me any trouble I’ll have my bouncers throw you right out that door.”
“Hey easy, I just want a beer. Just tryin to break the ice and be friendly.”
“I don’t need friends I need barmaids that can make a decent drink and a chef that can actually cook food that’s not a giant grease pit.”
“Well my burger wasn’t bad,” I said. “I’ve had a lot worse. Actually, your place is alright.” Sally poured the beer and brought it to me. “Can I have a glass?”
“Yeah a glass,” she said. Sally brought the glass and almost slammed it down.
“You seem a bit tense darlin,” I said.
“Oh. I didn’t know you bikers liked any sort of sophistication.” Sally popped another beer cap and gave the beer to the drunk at the bar.
“Hey honey, I have always taken a glass for my beer, it tastes better that way.” I took a long sip from the glass. “Even a biker can have some class.”
“Look I aint your honey or your darlin, so stop calling me that. I’ve got a lot of work to do running this damn bar.”
“Sure sweetheart,” I said. “I’m sorry about your dad, Billy told me about it.”
Sally poured some more drinks onto a tray. “You know Billy is in here almost every dang night. I wish one of these sluts in here would just take him home and fuck him senseless, I’m ti red of seeing his face in here. Billy should keep his trap shut, my family is my business.”
“Don’t like paying customers?” I said. “They tend to pay those bills.”
‘No, it’s not that. It’s just this damn bar. “Some nights I wish this whole place would just burn down. Look, I need to deliver these beers so if you excuse me, whatever your name is.”
“Dale.” I said. “Sure thing darlin.”
“Ok, Dale. If get one more sweetheart, honey, or darlin out of you it’s out that
Similar Books
