"You were incredible."
"Oh. You. Stop it. Stop it."
"I mean it."
"Bless. I wasn't that good."
"Are you kidding? You had them eating out the palm of your hand."
"Ugh... I suppose."
"Looked like you got some good tips. Particularly from that group of business execs in the front row."
"You mean the ones who failed to read the sign and slapped my ass? Yeah, got to love that for £50."
"... I'm sorry, Scar-Scar. Do you want me to have a word with them?"
"No. I'm a big girl. I can fight my own battles. Just once, though, I want a night where people come to watch me dance and admire my technique, my art and love for performance, not my tits."
"... Well ... I thought you were wonderful."
"... Thanks, Star. Tell you what, Kebab on me later tonight."
"Oh, I would love to. But got to be back by 10 for the babysitter."
"Fair."
"But why not come back with me? We can open a bottle of something, maybe have a cuddle under the stars."
"Tempting. Really tempting... Alright. Fine. You twisted my arm. I'll take you up on that."
"And maybe we can spend that £50 on something special."
"Add a few more bills to that."
"You were holding out on me?"
"It's been a night for tips. Some would say good if this were bar work. And besides those suited pricks, it's been a pretty decent crowd."
"Yeah... Wait until stag-do season."
"If I am still here by then, shoot me."
"Hmm. You sure you are alright?"
"Honestly, Star, I'm fine. I'm used to it."
"That's really sad."
"Yeah, well, it's not forever. First chance I get, I'm out of here."
"Don't suppose you can take me with you?"
"You want to?"
"Yes! You and me, and Ryan."
"Perfect."
"Does that help?"
"Yeah. That helps a lot."
"I'm glad."
The Absolute Definitive Answer to Anti-Life the Omniverse and everything is ... loneliness + alienation + fear + despair + self-worth ÷ mockery ÷ condemnation ÷ misunderstanding ⋅ guilt ⋅ shame ⋅ failure ⋅ judgment n=y where y=hope and n=folly, love=lies, life=death, self=dark side + Life − Free Will = Anti-Life; Or 52 for short
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Scarlett & Star
"Oi, Scarlett. You got a private dance. Man in the first row. Blue suit. Get up there and give him a show."
"Sure thing, Ron."
"God. If he is so desperate, why doesn't he do it himself?"
"It's fine, babe. Will see you later."
"Now!"
"Just coming."
"Good luck, babe."
"Till tonight, mon amour."
"Gentlemen, welcome back to the stage, Scarlett Vidal."
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