Command Respect

“You know what? Pay for me to finish school.” She laughed then sat on the seat next to him. He’d seen her in this state of undress many times so she wasn’t feeling awkward or anything. “I’m not supposed to drink on the job, Wes, you know that.”

“I probably can.” Wes shrugged with a smile. “How much do you owe? That's why I never went to fuckin' school. Waste of god damn time and money. I'm making more than a doctor right now.” He took a drink of his gin. “I won't tell.” He pushed his glass towards her.

“How does asshole talk, eh?” Alexei asked and shook his head. “You always hungry, always ask me for food.”

“You really want to know how asshole talks? Like Alexei Reznikov. That's how.” He dipped some of his gyro meat into some ranch, and shoved it into his mouth. “I'm just messin' with you buddy o' pal.” He patted his big friend on the back. “That is because I am a grown ass man.”

“You eat like pig.”

“You talk like asshole.” Wes mocked a russian accent as he shoved some more greasy fries into his mouth. “Fuck off. I’m hungry.”

“Can I borrow a hundred bucks?”

“No, but you can work for a hundred dollars.”

Rocky rolled her eyes, “And you’re about to blow at least a third of that here.” She leaned on the bar and rubbed the back of her leg. “Why are you braggin’?”

“Probably but the best thing about it I will earn it back tomorrow....or the next day.” Wes grinned and stuffed the blocks of money into the backpack he pulled it out of. “I’m not braggin’....you want a drink? I got you.”

Luke sighed and sat down in the chair in front of Charlie. “Yeah, but you didn’t have to say it to me.” He said, his brows coming together as he took a sip of his coffee. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing is on my mind.” Charlie shrugged and picked up his cup full of coffee. “I should be asking you that question. Did I do something to piss you off? “

"I’m not repeating myself anymore. You weren’t going to know what I am talking about until there were 30 dead people all over your bars. I took care of it.”

“Because I don’t like you, Charlie King, that’s why.”

“You don’t like me because I don’t let you walk all over me because you’re really beautiful...or some shit like that.”

“But if I don’t tell you I’m gonna be late home, you’ll be calling me later.”

“Why are you going to be home late? and where will be at?”

“Why are you making this so hard when it’s so fuckin’ easy?”

“That was a bit fuckin’ rude, don’t you think?”

“Not at all. I was stating the truth. If it isn’t kids..it’s the club..or my mother. Once in a while I get your beautiful presence.” He smiled.

“Do you want me to do something about this person?”

“Um, yes… take that shirt back off.”

“I’m sorry babe...I wish I could stay here and be half naked for you but I gotta go.” He smiled as he put his shirt on and walked over to Luke kissing him on the lips.