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Jeff lifts his hand and slides it through his hair. “Because you are causing me more trouble than you realize,” he barks back.
Fake tears start to well in her eyes. “I was doing the right thing. You can’t have a whore ruin this bar’s reputation. It’s been happening since you hired her.”
“Technically, that was the first customer I let stick his fingers in my pussy, and that’s probably because he tips like a king.” I smile, and both of them whip around to face me.
“See? Do you see what I mean?” Sarah shrieks.
“What?” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
Jeff swears under his breath, and for some reason, her fake tears are gone. That is until Jeff looks back at her.
“You’re fired,” he whispers, but there is an apology lacing his tone.
We all stand there shocked.
Did he?No. He couldn’t have.
Sarah’s fake tears are back once again in full force. She swipes at her cheeks hard, and then she slaps Jeff across the face. He winces, and as she goes to do it again, he manages to catch her hand in mid-flight.
“You are fired because that customer you just pissed off has worked for the boss. He knows him, and it was either you or me. And I amnotlosing my job overyou.”
Oh, wow! I didnotsee that coming.
How can Zuko rein that much power?
Enough to get someone fired? That’s, well, I don’t even know.
Sarah turns to me and raises her hand, ready to slap me. But I step back, lift my foot, and kick her in the cunt. She screams as she flies backward and lands on the floor. Jeff swears and goes to see if she is okay, but she loses it and starts kicking and hitting him as much as she can.
“Fuck, Sarah! Take your shit and get out.” Jeff leaves her on the floor and storms off.
Louise comes up at that moment. “Um… What’s going on?” She directs the question at me.
“Sarah got fired because she hasn’t learned to keep her stupid slutty mouth shut and stay out of other people’s business. Then she tried to hit me, but before she could, I kicked her in her useless cunt and sent her flying backward, where she landed on her ass.” I wave a hand in Sarah’s direction. Louise looks down at Sarah and offers her a hand, but Sarah slaps her hand away, managing to stand on her own.
“You’re a bitch, lowlife scum. You get that, right?” Sarah snarls.
I shrug my shoulders and reply, “It’s still better than what you are.”
Sarah storms off, and the back door opens again. Zuko is now standing there, filling the space with his large, muscular frame. He reaches out and grabs my hand and pulls me back out to the bar without a word. He leads me to the middle of the dance floor—a place I usually refuse to go—and pulls me to him. He doesn’t sway or move, simply stands still with his hands around my waist.
“What are you doing?”
“Making you work for your tip, of course,” he replies.
“What if I said I don’t want your tip?”
He leans down and whispers in my ear, his hot breath tickling me as he does, “I can give you more than just the tip. I can push all the way in.” A shiver racks my body, and I’m pretty sure he feels it as he holds me tighter to him. “Move your hips,” he orders.
“I don’t dance with strangers,” I tell him.
“I’m not a stranger.” His hands slide down to grip my ass and pull me to him until there is no air between us. I feel him everywhere. My head rests on his shoulder as we stand there in one another’s embrace.
How do we appear to the outside world right now?
Weird?
Funny?
