King of the Quarter

Rebekah found her eyes wanting to roll into the back  of her head. “Perhaps it’s indecent if I say it is.” She teased with a serious tone. “Nik won’t like you looking at his baby sister in such a vulgar way.”

“Of course. How does 30 percent sound?”

“Nah, I’m a reasonable man, but I won’t settle for less than 40 percent.”

And who told you those wise words? 

“I figured it out all on my own.”

“Two it is after the hell of a week I have had. Book signing end of a    ten year relationship, shall I go on?”

“Mind keepin’ ya voice a notch lower? I got a hang over and woke up to the  couple next me in an argument.”

“The NBPAS & AMA tend to be fans of methods  stemmed from lab research. Perhaps somebody  should inform them of your new-found cure-all.”

“You should do it. I’ll let you take the credit and all of that too. I’m sure you’ll cut me in the profits my cure all is gonna make, right?”

“In my experience everyone has a name.” She spoke smoothly as the glass touched her lips. Eve took a sip of the liquid that burned her throat on it’s way down. “Do you have a name?”

“In my experience everyone’s got a name, but not everyone’s willing to share it.” Marcel rested his elbows on the bar top, offering a charming grin. “I’m Marcel, the dinner entertainment.”

She smirked before she took a fairly large drink of the frozen drink. “Healthy body, healthy mind.” She joked never really believing that crazy saying. “I’m Bex.”

“That’s the truth.” Marcel chuckled and set his cup down on the table between their chairs. “You ever been on a cruise before Bex?”

“You talkin’ to a damn fool, then—! E’y time some epidemic happens, fuck yeah, I wonna’ which one’ll be serious! It’s like puddin’ anthrax in a mu’fuckin’ bus, boy;           nobody safe from ‘at shit!

❝ So what’s the scale then? Is it just two-tiered? Or some strange    four-dimension shape that can’t be displayed without the proper    belief in the good of bourbon? ❞

Bex got the joke and she nearly lost her cool but she kept it in. Move her hips in a way that was suggestive but also appeared that she was just getting comfortable. “Trust me I take care of my body but I much prefer Vitamin V.” She looked at him smirking, if he could joke, so could she.

“Yeah? That keeps a body real healthy too.” Marcel raised his glass to her and took a healthy swig. He still appreciated the view even if there was no chance of getting to touch. “I’m Marcel.”