Page 41 of Tangled Emotions
“Stay here.” She growled and went out to check on her tables.
“You got a thing for her?”
He looked at me and smiled conspiratorially. “Her skirt cameoff at a huge ensemble competition and we all saw her sweet pink lace panties. My friends dared me to get her to give me a pair. I think I’m close.”
I shoved down the laugh that threatened to come out. “What you’re close to is her shoving them down your throat.”
He shrugged. “Still a win, right?”
“If you think so.” I barked out a laugh.
Idiot.
When Evelyn came back, she smiled sweetly. “Now, take the tub over there and you can bus the empty tables. I’ll show you what to do with the dirty dishes. Don’t forget to wipe them down, and all the condiments and shakers or Edie will kick your ass.”
“On it!” He almost bounced off to work.
She spun to face me. “Need a warm up, Frank?”
“No need to ask.”
She refilled my cup and smiled as Edie came to join her behind the counter. “What do you want for dinner?”
“A beer and a cigarette.” She grumbled.
“Oh yeah. That’s a good dinner.” Evie rolled her eyes and walked away.
Edie looked at me and I could see how tired she was. “Frank, have you eaten?”
“Not yet. I thought I’d wait and see when you take a break.”
“You’re not gonna give up are you?”
“Nope.” I winked at her and chuckled when she rolled her eyes. “I did rescue you.”
“That’s dirty.” She frowned. “Fine. Pick a booth. We’ll make Evie serve us.”
Taking my coffee, I picked the circular booth in the back corner where she could still see what’s going on and waited for her to join me.
There’s a sway in her hips as she walked towards me. She slid in across from me. “Good choice.”
“I figured it would be. You can keep an eye on everyone and keep your finger on the pulse.”
“Service!” she called out and knocked on the table.
Evie walked over with menus and silverware. “Welcome to That One Place. I’m Evie and I’ll be your server. I see you have drinks. Is there anything I can start you with?”
“What do you recommend?” Edith asked, brushing her bangs from her face.
“I suppose a bag of dicks is out of the question. So maybe some cheese sticks or jalapeño poppers?”
“You got any nachos?” I asked, confused when both girls looked shocked.
“You got it.” She bounced off and yelled at the window. “Need the Edie to start, then walk two cows through the garden and make ‘em cry.”
“Frog sticks?”
“You know it. On the fly!”