“I’m Tex,” he announced.
I guessed (and was surprised by the fact) that this was Indy’s barista.
“I’m Sadie,” I told him.
“I know who the f**k you are. I also know, given the chance, I’m gonna snap that motherfucker’s neck,” Tex returned.
This time I guessed he was talking about Ricky. If someone told me that I would be having this conversation, I would have expected that, at his comment, I would be embarrassed. Somehow with Tex, I wasn’t embarrassed.
Now, how bizarre was that?
For some reason, I smiled. And then I tried on New Sadie just to see how she fit.
“You make good coffee,” I told him, held my breath and waited for his response.
“Anyone can make coffee,” Tex replied.
I pushed New Sadie though from his reply I wasn’t sure she was working for me. “Not like you. You’re a master.”
“Well, darlin’, you think I make good coffee, why the f**k haven’t I seen you at the store?” he asked.
“I –”
“Bullshit,” he interrupted me before I even got started.
Before I could think, my eyes narrowed. “What do you mean ‘bullshit’? You didn’t even hear what I had to say.”
“Whatever it was, it was gonna be bullshit,” Tex shot back.
It was then I heard Buddy laughing from beside me and I decided to stay silent. Really, what else could I do? This guy was crazy.
Tex turned to Buddy. “Who’re you?” he demanded to know.
“I’m Buddy, Sadie’s friend.” Buddy put out his hand.
Tex took it, they shook then Tex’s blue eyes turned to me, he leaned in then down, grabbed my hand and started dragging me across the bar.
Yes, dragging me across the bar.
“Excuse me!” I said to his back, trying to pull my hand from his and not succeeding.
He looked back at me but kept walking as people jumped out of his way. “Tonight, you sit by me.”
“But –”
“No lip!” he boomed as he led us to the Rock Chick table.
Oh blooming heck.
* * * * *
There were some good things about the evening.
One, Tex positioned me in a chair at the end of the tables by him that was slightly away from the table (for better viewing of the stage) and thus not easily reached by the Rock Chicks.
Two, Ralphie was having a blast, it was clear he was becoming one with the Rock Chicks and I liked it that he was having a good time.
Three, although they all smiled at me when given the chance, none of the Rock Chicks engaged me in conversation. They couldn’t, I was too far away, not to mention, within five minutes of sitting and after Buddy and Eddie delivered the lemon drops, the show started.