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“Yeah, me either. I also don’t see Arya.” I pulled out my phone to see if she’d called or texted me about something being wrong but I had no missed messages from her. “Something doesn’t feel right,” I said.
I was about to jump up and head over to the bar when a tall man walked into the middle of the room with a megaphone.
“Good evening, everyone!” he shouted, the noise reverberating across the room. “I’m glad I’ve got y’all’s attention. Tonight is a very special night. Tonight is gentleman’s night and I’m pleased to announce that we have for you a very special guest all the way from da da da da …” He paused for dramatic effect.
“From where?” an old guy at a table next to us shouted.
“Texas,” he said. “We got a good old cowgirl from Texas and she’s about to show y’all how it’s done.”
“How what’s done?” another guy called out.
“You’ll see. Now, head on up to the back room, make sure you got plenty of singles. We can make change for you at the bar.”
I looked at Wyatt and he looked at me and I could feel my stomach sinking. “Oh, shit,” I said. “Please do not tell me that Arya took a job as a stripper. Did she really need a job that badly?”
Wyatt shook his head. “I don’t know what to say, bro. I mean, I would’ve said no, but now I’m not sure. It’s not looking good.”
“Come on, let’s go to the back,” I said, shaking my head. I was starting to get angry.
We followed a group of men into a darkly lit room. There was a stage in the center and a spotlight next to a microphone. There was no one on the stage and there was no one else in the room. Wyatt and I took a seat towards the back and we watched as the room got crowded. I looked at Wyatt and he looked at me.
“I can’t see shit, man,” he said.
“Take off your glasses, then,” I said, as I took my own glasses off. I was about to speak when Guns’n’Roses poured through the speakers.
“Okay, then. This is some odd music for a strip club,” Wyatt said with a grin.
“Wyatt, this is not funny.”
“I didn’t say it was funny. I just—”
“Shut up, bro.” Abruptly the music changed to “Sweet Home Alabama,” and I looked around the room wondering what was going on. The old man jumped on the stage and took the microphone.
“Welcome, everyone. Introducing all the way from Mesquite, Texas, we have Lady Two Guns. Come on, Lady Two Guns, get out here.”
And then before I knew what was happening, a nervous-looking Arya walked out onto the stage, wearing a long skirt, cowboy boots, a bikini top, a cowboy hat, and two guns in her hand. She looked absolutely mortified, and I just wanted to run up to the stage to help her.
I was about to jump up when Wyatt grabbed my arm. “Don’t do it, bro.”
“What? She’s obviously not comfortable up there.”
“Yeah, but she didn’t leave, so you need to let her finish what she started.”
“What? Are you joking? Look at these dirty old men. They—”
“Dude, she’s not going to appreciate it if you ruin another job for her.”
“I’m not ruining a job for her. I’m trying to save her.”
“She didn’t ask you to save her. Trust me. Be there to catch her when she falls, but don’t stop her from jumping, okay?”
“Fine,” I sighed. “When did you get to be so smart, Wyatt?”
“I’ve always been smart, big bro. You’ve only just started listening.”
Chapter One Hundred Eleven
Arya
