When he sees me, he
smiles. A sheepish smile. Again, he’s wearing a long-sleeve black shirt, dark jeans, dreads tied back, and a stud in his ear. He has no other jewellery on.
your pleasure, sir?” I ask notepad and pencil in hand.
“What do I have to do to get you to get on the bar and do a Coyote Ugly for me?”
I look at the ceiling, then at him. “You’d
have to dance with me.”
“No way!” he laughs. “I’ll just have a beer.”
of beer, sir?”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You choose. Impress me.”
“O … kay. One
ginger beer coming up.”
“Ginger beer? What the fuck?!”
“And how would you like your ginger
beer, sir? Rare, medium-rare, well done …?”
“Lemmee think …on a long body shot.”
giggle and walk away to fetch the beer. When I return, it’s with an icy-cold Stella Artois and the entire staff.
His eyes flit around. “What the …?”
To his absolute horror, we clap and sing Happy Birthday to him.
He sinks lower into his seat and eventually puts his hand
over his eyes. “Burn, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” he mutters as Tong Carlos and Madonna link arms and dance around.
My response is to “Yip! Yip!”
When they leave, he tries to glare at me and fails. “I’m gonna get you back
for this,” he warns. sinking further into his chair. “I promise.”
“Whaddyamean? You want them to sing in Chinese? I can arrange …”
what are you doing here?”
He shrugs. “Was in the neigborhood. ‘Sides, you promised me a drink and …”
“It’s my birthday on Saturday and I’m having it at Danes. I’d like you to come.”
I wasn’t expecting him to invite me to a party.
“I want you to come. Bring your friends too.”
“Danes? Bring my friends? Wow! Really? Man, am I impressed!”
He nods. “I’ll send a car for you guys.”
My jaw drops. He’ll send a car! This is just too good to be true. Hang on, I’m underage. Has he forgotten? Danes won’t allow me in.
“What? You need a written invitation or something?’
I shake my head. “Only one problem – my age. I tried to get fake IDs, but the guy stiffed
us for our money and …”
“Why ya trippin’? Just be there. I got it covered.”
I feel faint with excitement. “You can get us in? Really?”
Wow! My friends will worship me for life if I can get them into Danes. How do I pass on it?
I look at him with one eye closed. “What’s the catch?”
“Catch?” He thinks about it. “One body shot.”
He laughs. “I’m kidding!”
whatsoever. But …this …” He wags his finger between us – it don’t count as a date. We straight?”
I nod. “We straight.” Hell, the dudes
getting us into Danes – no more trippin’ from me.
His turn to smile. “Cool.” He looks pleased.