Thursdays In The Valley – Chapter 9

“UHHH!”

A drink slams down on the bar and a seat is taken . . .

“God, those assholes won’t leave me alone, I told them I was with you, I hope that’s ok?”

“Yeah, that’s cool, which guys you taking about?”

“Down there, at the other end of the bar. The one guy keeps telling me about how he’s the head designer at some big art school and the other guy is apparently taking off to Alaska in the morning. What a load of shit if I’ve ever heard any. Give me a break, do I really look that stupid?”

“Oh shit, I know the one guy, he’s a friend of mine, he really is a designer, I told him to stop by because the owner was looking to have some design work done. A logo and some t-shirts and shit. I’m not sure about the other guy though, maybe he really is going to Alaska, who knows?”

“Yeah right, why would anyone go to Alaska, unless there was something they were trying to get away from? No one just goes to Alaska.”

“Maybe he’s looking for gold?”

“Huh, that’s stupid. He’s just trying to be interesting so I’ll talk to him.”

“So do you find him interesting?”

“Kind of . . . but not really.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I’m just not in the mood to meet a bunch of new people tonight.”

“There’s two of them, that’s a bunch?”

“Well . . . no . . . you know what I mean.”

“I guess. So what did you come here for?”

She looks deep inside me . . .

“I came here to see you. I was hoping we could spend some time together, and maybe talk or something.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Well, alright, that sounds alright, what do you want to talk about?”

“Ahh, not right now, let’s just kick back for a little while.”

“Ok.”

“Anyway, I heard there is going to be dancing girls here tonight. Do they always do that?”

“No, it’s something new the owner is trying. I guess he’s trying to gain more clientele or something.”

“I like to dance.”

‘Really?”

“Yeah, do you?”

“I can’t dance.”

“What do you mean you can’t dance?”

“Umm, just what I said, I can’t dance.”

“Everybody can dance.”

“Not me.”

“Ever tried?”

“Yeah, a couple times. It was pretty pathetic.”

“I bet you were fine. Nobody pays any attention to you when you’re dancing. They are all thinking about other things, I’m sure you, on the dance floor, is the last thing they concern themselves with.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, but I know better. Me dancing is an abomination. The thing that should not be.”

“I bet I could get you to dance.”

“I doubt it.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

 

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