Saturday Night at Smitty's, part 8

No, I don’t know where Shelly is, but she’ll come back. She always does. Oh yeah, she was workin’ it Saturday night. Every guy in the house had a hard-on for her, and probably most of the women too. Me, jealous? Heck no. I know she’s my girl, got her wrapped around my finger, if you know what I mean. Sure, Smitty asked us to keep it on the downlow and that’s cool with me. Says she’s one of the main attractions and what’s good for Smitty’s business is good for my business.


Last time I saw her, except from across the bar that night, was in the ladies room just before things got busy. We got so slammed that night I couldn’t get out from behind the bar. Talk? We weren’t doin’ a whole lot a talkin’, if you know what I mean. Yes, we sampled some of the product. Did a few lines in the back stall then did each other a little bit and I was ready for the night. She was in rare form too.

I didn’t really get involved in the fight, that’s not my kinda work. As you can see, I’m a pretty small woman. I work the bar. My specialty is getting customers to drink more, and yeah, I recruit my own customers on the side. Smitty knows I deal in the blow too but he pretends to be completely unawares. Smitty knows a lot of things about a lot of people, but he won’t tell you a thing. Does a good job of playin dumb, but he’s a lot smarter than he looks, that’s for sure. Knows when to keep his mouth shut, when to look the other way.

Knows when to walk away, knows when to run. That last line’s from “The Gambler.” Gotta love that song.