Part 13 (1/2)
”Uh-- no, the girls are going to Indiana for a week or so. I just wondered if you wanted to go with them. I'll pay for your plane ticket,” Kurt offered, hoping against hope that she would take him up on it.
”I appreciate the offer, and I would love to go. But, we have another server on vacation next week. There is no way I could get off work. I'm sure Mamaw and Papaw will be excited to see the girls though.”
”Yes. I haven't told them they are going to Indiana yet. I thought I would surprise them at dinner,” he said as he continued to unload the gear and organize it.
”That's great. I know they will be excited. Well, I need to hurry, so I have enough time to get ready for work. Have fun with the girls tonight-- all ten of them!” She laughed, knowing he had forgotten all about the slumber party.
He groaned and hung his head in mock defeat, ”I forgot,” he admitted. He looked up at her hopefully, ”Sure you can't call in sick?”
Becki laughed, ”No way, you are on your own. I did my part; I provided the sugar,” she said as she climbed into her car and then waved joyfully as she drove away.
Another text message from Royce flashed on her phone. She pressed delete without ever reading it.
”The bar is packed tonight,” Tabby, her friend and fellow waitress, warned as Becki clocked in.
”I noticed,” she shot back. ”Is everything going ok?”
”Yes, it's all under control with the exception of Ted-- he burnt his hand caramelizing the creme brulee,” She laughed.
”No! Is he ok?” Becki asked, her eyes opening as wide as silver dollars. Ted reminded Becki of a short-order cook from an old TV sitcom. He was as sweet as he could be, but his bulb didn't burn the brightest.
”He's fine,” Tabby rea.s.sured her. ”But, I think you need to cover blow-torch safety with him one more time before he burns this place down around us!”
Becki laughed, ”I'll take care of it.”
She grabbed an ink pen and jabbed it through the messy bun on the back of her head. She always had pens sticking out of her hair. She had sent several pens through the washer and dryer and ruined countless articles of clothing before she decided to stop sticking ink pens in her pockets.
Tabby reached around Becki to grab her tray of drinks the bartender had just finished making. As she nodded to a big round table currently filling with women, Tabby teased, ”I'll let you take the party. They just came in. Have fun!” Then she headed for the rowdy table of frat boys in the back corner of the bar.
”Ohhh, thanks sooo much,” Becki threw over her shoulder as she went to get started with drink orders. Groups of women were notoriously hard to keep happy, and the crowd was already a little more boisterous than usual. That always happened around a full moon; it seemed to bring out the nut-jobs.
As she placed the first round of drinks on their table, one of the women handed Becki a stack of twenty dollar bills and a list of addresses. She explained that their husbands were on kid duty, and the girls were kicking up their heels. She asked Becki to keep the drinks flowing and to call cabs for each of them at the end of the night. Girl's night out was about to begin. Oh, my.
The girls dined, danced, and drank their way into a stupor. Surprisingly, they had remained polite and had turned out to be the most fun group Becki had served in a long time. They were now being poured into their respective cabs to be driven home. Once there, Becki hoped they were prepared for the hangovers that would surely linger for the next day or two.
As Becki gathered the empty gla.s.ses and wiped down the recently vacated table, Trevor entered the Pub and immediately began making his way toward ”his” table. He preferred to sit where he had a clear view of the front door and easy access to the back door on the off-chance he needed to make a hasty exit.
He spotted Becki clearing a large table and quickly changed his route to bring him close enough to playfully grab her back-side as he pa.s.sed.
Becki spun around with fire in her eyes preparing to way-lay whoever dared to touch her in such a familiar way.
Trevor merely winked at her and continued walking.
”I'll take care of you later, you Lecher,” Becki threated, flipping her towel at him.
He quickly side-stepped successfully avoiding the stinging pop of her wet towel.
”Promises, promises...” he taunted looking back at her over his shoulder.
Becki was glad to see Trevor; he was exactly what she needed tonight. A little crazy in the company of a s.e.xy bad-boy should fix her right up. She might have a hangover herself in the morning. She knew Trevor would see that she got home safely. She might even let him do that belly-shot he had mentioned earlier.
Becki finished cleaning up, clocked out, and headed over to join Trevor.
”Hey bad boy, are you up for showing a girl a good time tonight?” she teased running a playful finger down his cheek.
”You're talking to the right man, doll,” Trevor said as he stood to slide his arm around her for a quick hug. ”I'm all about a good time,” he promised as he guided her into the chair next to the one he had been occupying.
”I've had a rough day,” Becki said dropping into the chair like a sack of potatoes. Dropping her head into her hands, she expounded, ”Really, really rough.”
Trevor's hands immediately descended on her shoulders and began ma.s.saging away the tension.
”Mmmm,” she purred, ”your fingers are magic.”
Trevor smiled. If you only knew...
”That feels soooo good. If you keep that up for the next twenty minutes, I'll be your slave for a day,” Becki bargained, feeling her muscles practically melt at his touch.
”Oh, sugar,” Trevor leaned down to whisper in her ear, ”you don't know what I expect of my slaves.”
Becki's shoulders shook with laughter, ”Whatever, Trev, you are all talk.”
He gently squeezed her shoulders one more time and then moved into his seat.
”I have you figured out,” she bragged as he sat down pulling his chair closer to hers.
Becki picked up the shot gla.s.s she had carried with her from the bar and tossed it back like a pro. Her cell phone rang as she finished the shot. Her lips tightened as she glanced at the screen and then turned it off completely. She was not thinking about anything tonight. The only thing on her agenda was consuming enough alcohol to guarantee a good night's sleep.
”Trev, there are a hundred girls who would love to be sitting here with you tonight. Why is it that you're here by yourself?” Becki asked, signaling the waitress to bring her another shot.
”In case it has escaped your attention, I'm not by myself, doll,” he said with a playful leer. ”I'm with a sinfully--” Trevor began only to be interrupted as their server appeared.
”Thanks,” Becki said as the drink was deposited in front of her. ”Keep 'em coming, Mel. It's been a rough day,” Becki said. She downed the second shot and proudly deposited the empty shot gla.s.s on Mel's serving tray. ”Hon, could you bring me another -- a double this time, and a beer too.” Becki pulled a stack of bills out of her bra and slapped them on Mel's tray before adding, ”Please, and thank you, darling.”
”Becki, are you ok?” Mel asked with frown wrinkling her brow.
Becki knew Mel would call Landon if she suspected something was wrong.
”I'm fine, Mel,” Becki promised with a bright smile. ”Can't a girl let go and get drunk once in a while?”
”I'll take care of her, Mel. I'll make sure she gets home safely,” Trevor promised.
”Ok, then. One double shot, coming right up,” Mel said with a wink.
With that settled, Becki turned her attention back to Trevor. Batting her eyes playfully, she prompted, ”You were saying?”
Taking a drink of his own beer, he shook his head and said, ”I was saying that I'm not alone. I'm with a sinfully s.e.xy woman who, if I'm lucky, will take a moonlight stroll on the beach with me tonight. But judging by what I'm seeing, I guess I'll just wait around to take advantage of you in that drunken state you seem to be headed for.” He gave her a s.e.xy wink and saluted her with his beer bottle before taking another long swallow.
”I know you better than that,” Becki countered, flas.h.i.+ng a quick smile at Mel as she placed a new shot of Crown the table.