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“Oh my God, I can’t wait to tell you about the best date I had this week.” Stacey grabs my hands and swings them.
“Oo. Oo. Tell me.”
“I will, but not in front of err-err.” She thumbs to Marty grunting to himself. “How’s our favorite stalker doing?”
“Marco? Much Better.” I begin walking to the back room with her.
“He can’t hide as well with those crutches. I saw him just the other day posted up behind a pole. Those shimmering silver rods shine like diamonds.”
“I’ll be sure to poke fun at him if he shows tonight.” I stop dead in my tracks. “Wait a second. You’re asking an awful lot of questions about my brother.” I eye her. “You’re not…”
She bites her lip and covers her face.
I yank her into the back room to the point where her arm might dislocate if I pull any harder. “Stacey. You didn’t!”
She shies away from me like a little kid who just played in mud.
“Oh my God that double-standard limping piece of shit!”
“He’s kind of hot, Gia. Actually, he’s really hot. Just what I’ve been looking for.”
“He’s recovering!”
“Yeah, he is.” She winks, and I almost die of embarrassment.
“Oh man, I don’t want to hear this.” I cover my ears.
She makes a motion as to how big his dick is, and I turn away. We’re both giggling even though I’m disgusted. Maybe in a sick world kind of a way, it could work.
“Are you done?” I dare uncover my ears, and she jumps on me from the back.
“I love your brother’s dick,” she whispers, and I scream in torment.
“The hell is going on back here?” Marty stomps in and puts his hands on his hips. “Two tables are waiting for refills. We’re going to be slammed tonight, you two. C’mon. I need my best girls up and moving.”
I give Marty a look – a you’re fucking with Castor’s girlfriend look – and he immediately takes a step back. Not like I’d ever do anything, but it is kind of nice to know where I stand.
“We’ll be right out,” I say, and he turns around to give us a minute.
“You’re not mad, are you?” Stacey asks.
“Of course not. I’d be a pretty big hypocrite if I was.” I lean in and hug her. “You do whatever the heck you want. Just know, Marco Castellano is nuts.”
“Mmhm.” She looks up at the ceiling, as if recalling some sexcapades I want nothing to do with.
“Staff is light tonight. What gives?” I ask, noticing only Bella and Melissa working besides us.
Stacey shrugs. “A few of the busboys are setting up in the other room, but that’s about all I know. C’mon, let’s get out there.”
“Right.”
The next few hours are status quo. One of the large groups has a guy with a mohawk that’s actually hilarious. His friend keeps hitting on me, and mohawk guy keeps covering his mouth and apologizing to me. He even offers me a shot, which I decide to take.
As soon as I kick back the tequila, my eyes start playing tricks on me.
Is that…?
Castor walks into the restaurant ahead of schedule – blue suit to match his eyes, new golden ring on his index finger, and glare honed directly on me. He beckons me silently with two fingers, looking pissed.
