when bosses of jobs past claim clementine's a lousy worker, theirĀ tonguesĀ arenātĀ exactlyĀ spillingĀ anyĀ mistruths.Ā theyāreĀ actuallyĀ beingĀ quiteĀ kind,Ā believeĀ itĀ orĀ not.Ā and,Ā evenĀ thoughĀ thisĀ isĀ herĀ numberĀ who-knows-anymoreĀ gigĀ ofĀ theĀ month,Ā sheĀ stillĀ canātĀ beĀ botheredĀ toĀ evenĀ pretendĀ toĀ goĀ throughĀ theĀ motions.Ā instead,Ā herĀ torsoĀ isĀ lazilyĀ drapedĀ acrossĀ theĀ stickyĀ barĀ (aĀ frizzyĀ tablecloth),Ā unabashedly analyzingĀ theĀ movesĀ ofĀ twoĀ strangersĀ onĀ whatĀ appearsĀ toĀ beĀ theirĀ firstĀ date. clue number one: tipsĀ ofĀ shoesĀ kissingĀ beneathĀ theĀ table.
āhm?āĀ herĀ headĀ turnsĀ first,Ā eyesĀ stickingĀ toĀ theĀ romanticĀ gestureĀ forĀ asĀ longĀ asĀ possibleĀ beforeĀ begrudginglyĀ flickingĀ toĀ theĀ secretiveĀ customer. heĀ doesnātĀ immediatelyĀ captureĀ herĀ attention ā notĀ untilĀ heĀ looksĀ overĀ hisĀ shoulder,Ā anyway. thatĀ getsĀ herĀ lipsĀ twitching, her wheels turning. isĀ heā¦Ā hiding? āduh, ofĀ course, man! whatĀ kindaĀ waitressĀ wouldĀ iĀ beĀ ifĀ iĀ deniedĀ yerĀ wishes, huh?ā soĀ nowĀ sheĀ choosesĀ toĀ careĀ aboutĀ beingĀ goodĀ atĀ thisĀ thing.Ā aĀ tadĀ convenient, sure, but he doesnāt need to know that. ārightĀ answer? aĀ fuckināĀ terribleĀ one. sadistic, even.ā
many a fantasy appearĀ insideĀ her brain, all scenarios the other might attempt to avoid, some of themĀ outlandish enough to squeezeĀ snort after snort after snort fromĀ herĀ lungs. āno one mess with mister occupied! gotcha, gotcha.ā withĀ aĀ clunky salute, sheĀ confirmsĀ sheāllĀ willinglyĀ participateĀ inĀ hisĀ scheme (oh, howĀ sheĀ enjoysĀ aĀ goodĀ scheme). ābuuut, before i get my hands all ā yāknow ā bloody for ya, y'have to tell me. what are yārunninā from today, outlaw?ā hips sway as she settles, uncomfortably close as always, unkempt eyebrows performing a wavy dance. āspill, spill, and you'll have yourself a deal.ā