Six-Gun - Winter Travers Page 0,14
and looked at me.
“Double cheeseburger with sweet potato fries. Onions on the burger fried, please.” I looked at Memphis. “Did you want anything to drink?”
“Chocolate milk, please.”
The waitress laughed. “Honey, if I looked like you, I would be eating like a teenager, too. I bet you have an amazing metabolism.”
Memphis blushed. “Yeah, I tend to order what tastes good and not worry if it’s going to go to my thighs and waist.”
“What about you?” she asked me.
“Coke, please.”
“I’ll get this in. Should only be about ten minutes.” She headed over to the kitchen and slipped through the swinging doors.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have ordered chocolate milk,” Memphis laughed nervously.
“Eat what you want, doll. I think she got a kick out of you ordering what you did.” Who the hell cared what anyone thought? If Memphis wanted to dip her mozzarella sticks in her chocolate milk, more power to her.
She sat back in the booth and sighed. “It’s kind of hard not to worry about what people think about you, ya know?”
I nodded. There was a point in my life when I had cared what others thought. I tried to do the things that would make them happy.
Problem was, it didn’t make me happy.
“You’ll get the hang of it,” I laughed. “Hang around the Bastards long enough, and you’ll be telling people to fuck off in no time.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Someday.”
The waitress dropped off our drinks and two straws. Memphis peeled the wrapper off her straw and stuck the straw in her milk. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”
I shrugged. “Nothing really.”
She pursed her lips and looked side to side. “Uh, what?”
“You just seemed like you needed someone to talk to.”
A brief smile crossed her lips. “Mitzy was right.”
“About what?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Never mind. It was just a conversation we had tonight. Nothing important.”
“You like working at the club?” I asked. I wasn’t about to ask her sensitive questions. If she wanted to tell me anything of more importance, she was going to have to be the one to initiate it.
“It’s a paycheck. Manages to keep me fed, clothed, and a roof over my head.”
I nodded. “Good.”
“Most of the girls are really nice, too. I’ve only had a problem with a couple of the girls.”
“Which ones?” I asked.
She twirled her straw in her glass. “No one.”
“Keeping that a secret?” I laughed.
“I’m not looking to get anyone in trouble.”
I chuckled. “As if I have any power at the club. The most I do is security at the door. The hiring and firing is all up to Mitzy and Barracuda. Well, now, Monk.”
Most of the time, I didn’t even know what was going on at Skinz. It really was basically run by Mitzy, and the Bastards just turned a profit.
“Rain. She sort of thinks her shit don’t stink. She isn’t the nicest person. At least, to me.” Memphis sighed. “Please don’t tell Rebel or Tank that. I know they like her.”
“You mean they did like her. Rebel said he hadn’t seen her in two months.”
“But I saw her leave with Tank last night.”
“I guess her and Tank are still hitting it.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Well, at least Rebel came to his senses, right?”
“What did she do to you?” I asked. If it was anything bad, you could bet your ass I was going to do something about it.
Memphis shrugged. “Nothing horrendous, just little things. Making comments about my weight. Glaring at me whenever she sees me. The girls on stage make a whole hell of a lot more than I do, so she thinks that makes her better than me.” She tipped her head to the side. “I mean, she does make more money than me, but that sure doesn’t make her nicer or better than me.”
“That might be why Rebel gave her up. Well, that and the whole freaking him the fuck out when she told him she was pregnant with his baby.”
Memphis laughed. “I’m pretty sure that would terrify any guy. I think she tried that ploy on Tank for a minute, too, but he didn’t fall for it. Something makes me feel like things aren’t so sunny and peachy for Rain anymore.”
“You hear about that?” I asked. I still thought it was fucking crazy that Rain was hooking up with both Rebel and Tank, but it wasn’t any of my business. If that was me, there was no way in hell I would be hooking up with a chick that I