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“How many shows?” Roadkill questioned. “Because you know it’s going to sell out immediately.”
“No,” Porsche scoffed, then realized how many months in advanced they had to buy Preacher Girl’s Bachelorette party tickets. “Jesus, it would, it’s been years since a crew came through here.”
“Yeah, babies have been born and started walking since then.”
“So, you agree, it’s a good idea.”
“Oh, I do,” she said with a sigh. “Red would never get on stage, but I’ll make the points necessary to convince him to support the venture.”
“Any chance we could get him shirtless and carrying a boot?” Porsche questioned and got a hard look usually reserved for Lyna’s line crossing ass. “Or carrying a boot.”
“He can carry a boot.” Roadkill gave her a patented glare, then relaxed a bit. “But I’ll make him wear a tight t-shirt. Lord knows y’all walk around half naked carrying drinks, the least he could do was wear a shirt two sizes too small.”
“Perfect.”
“How many shows?”
“What?” Porsche questioned.
“Look, the Roadside can pack them in, but it would be poor form to break the fire codes to raise money for a fire truck.” Roadkill took another sip. “One night isn’t enough.”
“Three, we’ll need three shows.” Porsche nodded her head over and over as the steps needed to pull this off were flipping through her mind like a beehive buzzing in heavy production.
“Yes, scarcity, but still accessible.” Roadkill reached across the table and covered Porsche’s hand with her own. “Hey girl, you good?”
“Of course,” she lied and then wondered why she was going through the people who could smell bullshit a mile away from a patient. “Haven’t taken my meds today.”
“Take it now,” Roadkill said, cracking the last banana open and passing it to her as she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and set it in front of her.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” Roadkill crossed her arms, eyeing her like a psych nurse with those eyes that tell a person they have two choices. Take the pill or have it given to you.
Digging in her purse she found the bottle and shook out small white tablets. Both of them. Dropping one back in the bottle she placed the other on her tongue to show Roadkill before swallowing with a glass of water. “Happy?”
“Eat the banana so you don’t upset your stomach.”
“Ugh, you’re such a mom,” Porsche mock whined before taking a bite of the perfectly ripe banana.
“Where’s your refill?”
“On Doc’s prescription pad.”
Roadkill nodded and pursed her lips a moment. “I know better than to force an issue when it comes to her and her patients.” Folding her hands together she smiled, but it didn’t hit her eyes. “That being said, we have a different relationship.”
The Prez’s Ol’ Lady technically was in charge of all the women, which meant those eyes were telling her she wouldn’t push Doc. Even with Doc’s Ol’ Lady status when it came to medical decisions Roadkill stepped back. But making Porsche fetch and do was a hundred percent under her control. Which meant that on Monday Porsche had to have her ass in a chair or Roadkill would hunt her down and strap her there.
After meeting with Roadkill she was sure Red would say yes and allow the men to participate with the club’s blessing. Porsche decided to go to the Roadhouse for the after church crowd and try and meet up with Topaz who usually did paperwork on the quiet morning.
Behind the bar Ax was bartending when Porsche walked in. A few customers were finding their places in the booths since dancing wasn’t really popular at this time of day. The smell of hot grease, burgers and what she believed was probably a hearty stew were comingling with the ever present hoppy beer.
“Hey, is Topaz in the office?” she said as she slid slowly along the bar top.
“Yeah, she’s back there. You didn’t stay late last night what’s up with that?” Ax grabbed a bottle of her favorite beer and held it up.
“Not today Ax I have stuff to do besides it’s too early in the morning to start drinking.” She drummed a bit on the wooden bar top. “Slow night, mind in a thousand other places. Why? Were you cold and lonely at the end of the night.”
“Maybe,” he said leaning in a bit so they were practically nose to nose.
