“Be sure you’re in my station,” I pointed at some tables.
“I’l take care of you.”
“Hey, you!” Smithie shouted, lumbering down the bar toward us, pointing at Al y, “Or you.” He pointed at Indy,
“You friends of Jet’s?”
Both Indy and Al y nodded.
“Either of you dance?” he asked when he made it to the waitress station.
Uh-oh.
Not good.
“Smithie…” I started.
“Quiet, Jet, I’m f**kin’ recruitin’.”
At his words, Indy, Al y, Tod and Stevie al looked to the stage, then they looked back at Smithie.
“Not that kind of dance,” Al y said.
“Trust me, you’d make a f**kin’ fortune.”
“Can you spel ‘yikes’?” Tod whispered loudly to Stevie.
Smithie ignored him.
“Think about it, get my number from Jet, cal me. You’d be drivin’ a Porsche in a month,” he promised.
“You told me I’d be driving a Porsche in a month,” I cut in.
“Wel , you got a f**kin’ uptight, f**kin’ cop boyfriend who don’t want you onstage and I’m stil a f**kin’ dancer down.
I’m scoutin’ and these girls are talent.”
“Um… thank you?” Indy said, or more like, asked.
“You’re f**kin’ welcome,” Smithie replied then turned to me and raised his brows. “Hel o? This ain’t a social club for hot chicks and g*y guys. Get to work.”
Then he lumbered back down the bar.
Tod turned to Stevie, “See, I told you it would be interesting.”
Stevie gave him a look.
“Anyone sees us here, we’re getting kicked out of the Gay Club.”
“Pul-leese,” Tod took off toward my station, “who’s gonna see us here?”
Indy and Al y waved as they went and settled at a table.
* * * * *
An hour and a half later, I was just finishing serving Indy and Company’s fourth round of drinks when I turned, again at my name. “Wel , hey there, Sugar Bunch.”
It was Daisy. She was wearing a pair of platform go-aheads (toeless mules that were backless, and thus, when wearing them, you had to “go-ahead”) and a spangly dress with so many beads and sequins it glittered like a disco with so many beads and sequins it glittered like a disco bal . The hem was cut at a wide slant starting at her upper thigh on one side and going down to mid-calf on the other, the entire hem sporting a beaded fringe. She had so much cle**age bursting forth that I feared one of her br**sts would pop out at the slightest movement. Completing this ensemble, her hair was two sizes larger than last night and seemed, at first glance, to take up most of the room.