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     “Red Onion”
       Part 2 of 2
 
 
he leans back
and looks around
finishes his
first beer
picks up the
second
and takes a
drink
he’s feeling
hot
and the beer
is cool
but far from
cold
he looks over
at the platform
girls
and thinks about
just getting
another beer
fresh from
one of their
icy cold tubs
that the bottles
are floating in
but even after
the shots of
Crown
and his new
boosted
self-confidence
he gets lost
in all that
perfect skin
like rolls of
brand new
fabric
being pulled
taunt
not a wrinkle
or crease to
be found,
then being
matched together
with those shorts
and skimpy tops,
he’s not sure
how long he
spent
following the
ever changing
peaks
and valleys
of the two
girls
as they worked
when he was
tapped on the
shoulder
“the blond is
Becky
the Asian
is Jazz”
said the bartender
“you can say
Asian, right
without sounding
racist?”
she asks him
he tries to
break away
from the endless
curves
he is watching
and back to
the bartender
“I’m sorry
what did you
say”
he asked her
still trying to
escape
the trance of
the platform
girls
“their names
are Becky
and Jazz
get yourself
one of those
no-limit credit
cards
and Becky will
probably just
follow you home,
Jazz
is all about
the look
and you don’t
have it,
I’m going to
go out on
a limb
and say you’re
ready for another
double Crown
and you’re staying
with that warm
beer
thirty feet
is close enough
for you
and the beer
bucket babes
am I right?”
“yea,
your right
I guess my
awkwardness
is quite evident
around the girls”
he says
a little
embarrassed
at how
transparent
he has become
“don’t worry about
all that
believe me
when I say
some girls might
even find your
awkwardness
kind of cute
not a lot
of girls
but a few
it’s much better
than that consent
stream of
vulgar comments
guys keep throwing
at the girls
trying to shock
them
to get their
attention
I don’t know
what it is
about fluorescent
shorts
and a few
black lights
that bring out
the worst
in people
and do take
note
I said people
not men
cause the women
can be the
nastiest,
well
that’s the most
I’ve said
to any one
guy
all night
I better get
that shot of
Crown
for you”
she says
before heading
down the counter
quickly returning
with his double
Crown
he pays with
a twenty
and slides her
a five
for a tip
she stops
looks him in
the eye
“just so you
know
you’re not my
type”
she says
before rapping
her knuckles
on the counter
then
picking up the
tip
as three older
ladies
at the far end
of the counter
are all waving
cocktail napkins
to get her
attention
and all three
laughing like
little girls
as they use
their cocktail
napkins
as flags
of destress
being that their
in dire need
of a drink,
he watches the
bartender
as she talks
with the ladies
as she takes
their orders
she really does
have a look
all her own
he thinks to
himself
what is her
type
maybe
she thinks I’m
too young
what’s fifteen
or twenty years
he tries to
picture
the two of
them
going out for
drinks
maybe even
dinner
as he continues
watching her
as she works
thinking maybe
he could be
whatever type
she wanted him
to be
he knew
he had drank
quite a few
shots
and he shouldn’t
over romanticize
his very short
relationship
with the bartender
but he couldn’t
help it
he can’t deny
how hot
he thinks that
body on her is
those extra years
she has on
him
just make her
even more sexier
in his mind
but it’s not
her obvious    
facts
that has him
drinking her in
as he sits at
the counter,
she finishes
her pours
for the three
ladies
she’s not busy
and takes her
time
with the women
trying to make-up
for their having
to resort to
semaphore
to get her
attention
he downs
the rest of his
shot
puts the glass
upside down
on the cocktail
napkin
then pushes it
an extra foot
away from him
to the top
of the counter
trying to make
it
more noticeable
to the bartender
giving her a
reason
to come back
to his end
of the bar
on her own
accord
once she sees
his empty
upside down
glass
an international
sign
for another drink,
he is by
no means drunk
he’s definitely
loose
and really having
a great time
tonight
even with his
embarrassing
showing
with the platform
girls
not that they
cared enough to
notice
then when he
got shot
down
by the young
lady
he bought the
drink for
though
she was still
really pretty
cool
and he enjoyed
their short
conversion
but he had
no doubt
the bartender
was the catalyst
to the success
of his evening
he can’t help
himself
as he watches
her
bend to get
a glass
stretch up
to grab a  
bottle on the
top shelf
all her moves
are just the
common
dips and bends
of a working
bartender
not over
exaggerated
in the ways
of the platform
girls
she wasn’t
putting on a
show
but he was
becoming
more and more
mesmerized
with each new
angle
her body took,
she could feel
a set of
eyes
following her
steps
but didn’t think
much of it
just another person
waiting to get
a drink
looking for the
right time
to get her
attention
she makes a
boiler maker
for an old man
before turning towards
whoever has
been staring at
her
only to see
the same guy
she’s been chatting
with
for most of
the night
sipping a warm
beer
with an upside
down
shot glass
pretending he wasn’t
watching her
when she turned
around
which struck her
as odd
something had
changed
with him
since his last
round
and she was
hoping it wasn’t
what she thought
it might be
she makes her
way
back to his
end of the
bar
picking up a
double shot of
Crown
on the way,
he involuntarily
sits up straight
tightens up
all his muscles
as soon as he
sees her coming
towards him
he notices himself
doing this
and quickly tries
to look relaxed
as she sets
down the shot
in front of
him
she can tell
right away
it’s already too
late
he’s falling for
her
most every bartender
has seen the
“Change”
enough times to
spot it when
it’s happening to
them
he looks up at
her now
with eyes so
wide
she feels she
could just walk
right into them
she hates to do
what has to be
done
break his fragile
heart
but he’s only
going to hurt
worse
if she lets
him spend the
last couple of
hours
of the night
trying to win
her over
and work up
the courage
to tell her
how he really
feels about her
only to be
shot down
and sent out
alone
into the night
brushed off
by the only
woman
he’s shown his
heart to
in god knows
how long
with only a few
common words
coming from her
for comfort
“that’s sweet honey
maybe I’ll see you
next time
 you’re here”
leaving him stuck
with that sentence
as he spends
the rest of the
night
chasing it around
in his mind,
but she likes
the guy
his conversation
helped to pull
her night along
at a faster
pace
then normal
and he really is
a nice guy
of that she’s
sure,
so she’s giving
him
a little time
letting him
take in her
look
as she tries
to lessen the
pain of
her up coming
cut
into his heart
“this shot’s on me”
she tells him
“I don’t meet
all that many
nice guys
anymore”
“so you think
I’m nice
you must also
think
I’m kind of cute
too
or you wouldn’t
have bought me
that shot
right”
he tells her
with a big
smile on his
face
feeling confident
now
and comfortable
again
talking to her,
taking that free
shot
as a sign
she might be
feeling
the same way
too
in at least a
small way
“you are cute
and quite polite
but still
not my type”
as she says this
he has her
wondering
if her attempt
at letting him
down easy
is working
as he leans in
towards her
on the counter
letting his thoughts
get lost in
her eyes
watching him nod
yes
to her comment
but not so sure
he’s hearing her
“it’s my age
right
I’m too young
for you
you’re afraid you
couldn’t keep
up
with me,
you know
in the bedroom”
she catches her
laugh
as it is leaving
her mouth
letting only a
little “yelp”
escape out
she doesn’t feel
she needs to
defend that remark
she knows
his boast was
just to get
her attention
and if he had
found his way
into her bedroom
she would have
given him
a sexual awaking
that would have
made him realize
that there are
a lot more
possibilities
then he ever
knew existed
between two
lovers
sharing each
others bodies
throughout the
long night,
“I’d like to think
that I could
keep up with
you”
she tells him
trying not to
smile too much
as she tells
him that
“but I do hope
you can back-up
that
take no prisoners
style attitude
of yours
if ever you do
get the chance
to prove it
no woman likes
to be disappointed,
but no
it’s not your age
I’ve had bigger
gaps in years”
he completely
misses
the first part
of her comment
and only picks
up on the
age difference
not being an
issue
“Please don’t tell
me
your into those
meathead jocks
no brains
or wit
just acres of
perfectly rippled
skin”
a pleading look
in his eyes
“no,
wrong again
I do appreciate
a hard body
just like any
other woman
and I’ve thrown
more than a few
nights away
in favor of
illiteracy
but I do have
a type
and your just
not it
hey,
I have to go
work the rest
of this counter
and help a few
people
chase their dreams
or forget their
pain
but when I get
back
no more twenty
questions
just accept the
fact
you’re not going to
get lucky with me
tonight
or any other
night
it’s getting late
so start checking
out
all the other
talent
I’ll even
throw in my
own personal
opinion
of your choices
and give you
odds
on your chances
of success
no tip required”
she picks up
a bottle of
“Patron” tequila
on her way
down the bar
knowing she’ll be
stopping
half way down
the counter
to pour a couple
of shots
for two guys
that always sit
at her counter
before heading
for the three
older ladies
at the far end,
he sits there
scanning the floor
trying to find
her “Type”
out there
in the crowd,
he normally spends
his night
just staring into
his glass
but not tonight
everything about
him
feels different
he’s never this
calm
around a woman
he finds attractive
he’s even worse
when he sees
someone
who is not only
beautiful
but has that
ruff edge
that just makes
her total package
seem right for
him,
she makes her
way
back to him
and can already
tell
he’s not ready
to give up his
fight for her
leave her alone
and chase after
someone he might
have a chance at
getting to know
more than just
her name
she can see the
desperation
in his eyes
as he looks over
at her
the way guys get
when they hear
last call
and still haven’t
found
someone
to take them
thru the night
“I’m sure if you
just give me a
chance
you’ll find out
you like me
I’m more than
just a pretty face”
he can’t see
what she is trying
to make obvious
no matter who
he is
or what he
becomes
she’s never going
to look at him
in any of the ways
he wants to be
seen by her,
“I’ve already told
you
I like you
I have no doubt
you’re a really
nice guy
but for the last
time
nice guys
are just not my
type”
she did like
him
he was a bit odd
but she could feel
his honesty
shining through
his awkwardness
she would take
pity
on his heart
point out her
type
let him get on
with his night
“ok,
take your double
shot
then put your
back
to the counter
and if you can
look past the
platform girls
at the door
behind them
I’ll point out
my type to
you”
she tells him
he quickly downs
his double shot
leans back against
the counter
takes a quick
glance
at the platform
girls
then they both
watch the door
behind them
he starts guessing
right away
two guys in suits
lawyers or something
“I’ll bet it’s those
guys”
he says
she gives him
a funny look
“do you mean
guys
with high paying
jobs
or do you mean
two guys?”
that caught him
off guard
he stutters
as he pushes out
“No, no,
I mean one guy
high paying job”
“well I like nice
things
just like most
girls
but no
that’s not my
type”
a perfectly built
jock
walks in
“we have already
gone over that
type
so I’m not even
going to ask”
she says nothing
as he starts getting
more and more
worked up
he started guessing
at most every
“type”
of guy that came
through the door
she kept nodding
no
he got another
double shot of
Crown
to help him calm
down
took it
and as he set
the glass down
she said
“there,
that’s my type”
and points towards
a couple in their
late twenty’s
or early thirty’s
the guy
looking like the
“Hot dad next door”
“you like the
Hot dad look?”
I never would have
guessed”
“close”
she says
“I like the
“Hot Mom”
look”
he can’t really
speak
he’s not sure
how to feel
he’s surprised
yes
“I’m sorry”
he says
“I had no right
to push my way
into your personal
life
I should have
respected
one of the first
twenty times
you told me
No,
I wasn’t your type”
his head down
ashamed at his
behavior
“look,
it’s not a big
deal
who I date
is no secret
as a matter of
fact
I’m meeting someone
tonight
right here at
closing
she works as
a waitress here
too
would you like
to meet her?”
she tells him
and by the sound
of her voice
he can tell
she really means it
he looks at
her
a face that couldn’t
be more perfect
looking back at
him
the colored lights
of the bar
now dancing across
her body
“not tonight”
he says
“But I’d like too
some other night,
can there be another
night?
because I do really
like you
and it never hurts
to have a friend
that’s a bartender”
she gives him
a big
truly meant smile
“Sure,
you can sit at
my counter
anytime
but next time
I’ll be asking
you
the twenty questions”
“Deal” he says
turning over his
shot glass
drawing another
smile
from her
as she goes to
grab the bottle
and pour him
his last double
shot of Crown
he takes in the
well placed moves
of the platform
girls
in her absents
trying to digest
all the twists
of this night’s
story
as he gets a
heavy tap on
his shoulder
the girl from
earlier
sits down next to
him
“they ditched me
I went to the
bathroom
came back
and they were
gone”
she tells him
the bartender
brings him his
double shot of
Crown
looks over at the
girl
and says
“a double vodka
and cranberry juice?”
looking him in the
eye
as she holds in
her giggle
he looks back
at her
raises his left
eyebrow
and replies
“No,
make it a double
CÎROC
and cranberry juice
nothing but the best
for this
distinguished
lady
with her impeccable
taste
in men”
as he turns from
the bartender
and looks into
the eyes
of the girl
with his left
eyebrow raised …
 
     Tom Allen…03-18-2018…