Life in Las Vegas
“I’ll go and get some munchies for us, Bob. Don’t give that beautiful black-haired lady my seat. Eh?”
“You wish!” Sean went to get some food while Bob ordered some white wine for them both.
“You’re becoming a regular aren’t you?” The sprightly barmaid commented as she brought him their drinks and took his Gold Card.
“I was coming to Friday’s before you were allowed to drink milk on your own, probably. I’ve been to them in so many cities I can’t even remember.”
“I’m older than you think. In fact you’re probably not more than five years older than me.” She chuckled, as one of the other patrons who was standing nearby joined in.
“It isn’t usual to hear a woman bragging about how old she is. Do you always have this effect on people, Mr. Black Hat?” A woman of about thirty with long red hair commented.
“I do seem to cause some extreme reactions in many situations. I guess it must be because I’m a REAL red-head! Ha-ha.”
“I suppose you want to see if I’m a REAL red-head.” She smiled with a wicked and mischievous grin that Bob returned, just as Sean came back and stood between them.
“I can’t leave you alone for a minute; can I Bob? SO who is this beauty you’ve struck up an acquaintance with? My name is Sean.” Sean was shaking her hand as she looked him over.
“I had been thinking he was your father, but now I see you are much better looking and he couldn’t be related to YOU! My name is Bonnie Brown, and I love that accent!”
“Bonnie was just suggesting that I might want to know what even her hairdresser doesn’t. Maybe you could take her up on that offer.” Bob was close to laughing out loud.
“I was not! He is a ‘rude dude’, why don’t we go sit somewhere else Sean?” Bonnie responded angrily.
“Please, Sean. See what she wants. I’m OK here for a while. Take your drink with you.” Bob held his drink out for Sean to take.
“Bonnie, I don’t know why the two of you choose to be doing what you are doing. I would be happy to talk with you and explore the possibilities but I don’t see any reason to make enemies. If I get him to promise not to be rude will you stay and continue our discussion?”
“You look and sound so DELICIOUS. I would do anything for you! Why don’t we go out to my car and discuss it in private?”
“I think I see why Bob was acting the way he was Bonnie. I’m sure there are lots of people who would be happy to take you up on your offer. I am not inclined to do that with someone I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
“You might very well be sorry later. I want you to know I am a mortgage banker and a professional who doesn’t waste time ‘beating around the bush’; if I like something I ‘go for it’.”
“Sounds delightful, Bonnie. I am inclined to look for something a little more meaningful when I engage in sex, however. Perhaps what you are doing works for you. It doesn’t work with me!”
Sean turned to smile at Bob as Bonnie walked to the other side of the bar. “Wow! American women can be pretty forward!”
“I think Swedish women are forward. She is sick. You handled the situation very well and much more politely than I was doing. I am impressed.”
“I was too!” A blond girl of about 25 who was standing near the gas pump in the corner offered.
“My name is Susan; may I join the two of you?” She began to take Bonnie’s barstool as Bob and Sean admired her whole appearance. Her face was sculpted with smooth lines and style.
“This is Sean; he is from New Zealand and doing a world tour until he decided to stay here in Las Vegas. I’m Bob, and I just moved here from L.A., but I’m originally from Canada. Are you from Las Vegas, Susan?”
“No, but I’ve been here for a couple of years working as a show girl and trying to get a singing career together. I’m from Florida originally.”
“You have wonderful warmth in your voice!” Sean remarked with apparent admiration. “Is that the famous Southern Drawl I’ve certificate of OJT for computer technician heard about?”
“Her drawl is much better than most, Sean.” Bob offered as he saw the two of them were attracted to each other and got up. “I think I’ll go get something to eat at the buffet. Would you like some Susan?”
“I’ll have some of Sean’s stuff here.” Susan was definitely what Sean needed. When Bob returned he noticed they were enjoying each other immensely and he reminded Sean that he would
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