The story is about Kat, a bartender (think Shane from The L Word) and her exploits. Her best friend, Carla, wants to see her settled down and happy but Kat isn't at all sure that's what she wants. Enter Lil, a restaurateur. She's smitten--and kind of annoying.
Here's a little excerpt to peak your interest.
Just after midnight, the hot stripper with the tattoos came in. Actually, three of them came in together, but I had my eye on the hot little one. She’d done something to her hair since the last time I’d seen her. It seemed like it was alive. When she got close to the bar, I could see that she’d put lots of streaks of different colors in it. It sort of shimmered when she moved.
The three of them made their way up to the bar. Her two friends ordered vodka tonics, and she asked me how the Bloody Marys were. I told her the mix was my own recipe, and I made the best Bloody Marys in town.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said and winked at me. She had the most mischievous eyes. She looked like a pixie with her sparkling eyes and shimmering hair.
She tasted the drink as soon as I put it on the bar. “Mmm, you’re not kidding. This is one fine Bloody Mary. Almost like back home.”
“Yeah? Glad you like it. Where’s home?”
“New Orleans,” she said.
And then I heard the odd little Southern—but not—drawl in her voice. “I see,” I said. “Yep. Some of the best Bloody Marys I’ve ever had came from there. That was more or less the taste I was shooting for with my recipe. Love your hair, by the way.”
“Yeah? Thanks. It looks good on stage, you know? Like under the lights. I dance, you know, like topless? With a pole. I’m—we’re,” she looked back to the dance floor and gestured to her friends, “over at Krazy Kitties. It’s downtown, on 7th. You should come sometime. There are a few women who come.”
“Hey, maybe I’ll take you up on that,” I said. She took her drink and joined her friends. Damn, she was hot. When I turned back to the bar, several people picked up their empties and nodded. I really must have been tired. Usually I don’t let my bar customers go dry while I’m busy flirting. I was slipping tonight, and neglecting people wasn’t a good business strategy for a bartender.
“That’s one hot little number. She’s almost as cute as you.”
“Why, thank you, ma’am,” I said, looking toward the sound of the voice. Damn! It was Lil. I wonder when she walked in. “Grey Goose and tonic, is it?”
“Close. Grey Goose but without the tonic. On the rocks, please. Not bad.”
I quickly served everyone I’d been neglecting while I flirted with the dancer and then came back to Lil. “Don’t you own a restaurant?”
She flashed an incredulous look before getting her face under control. “Why, yes, I do. I didn’t know you knew about that. I own The Pear and Camembert a couple of blocks over. A little wine bar bistro. We serve soups and sandwiches, cheese and charcuterie plates, that sort of thing.”
“You don’t need to be there, keeping an eye on things?” I knew it sounded bad as soon as I’d said it. “I mean, well, I didn’t mean…”
“No, I know what you mean. But I like to keep an eye on things over here, too,” she said with a wink. “And besides, it’s a wine bar. We don’t serve mixed drinks. Where else would I get my Grey Goose?” She tilted her glass to me and smiled.I couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe she was starting to get to me, but I still wanted to go on a treasure hunt for tattoos.
I'll let you know when it comes out. Then you can let me know what you think!
Post a Comment