I'm sorry about the late update, we had an unexpected death in the family. My great uncle passed on Sunday, from what we suspect was a stroke. All we know is he got up in the middle of the night on Sunday, fell and EMT was unable to revive him. My great aunt decided against an autopsy, so we do not know for sure what caused his passing. Since that time, I haven't had much of a chance to get this up on Fanfiction since this came on so suddenly. Please forgive me for my tardiness.
Anyways, thank you to all those who have reviewed/ liked/ followed this story! I greatly appreciate it! We'll start working on introducing some more of Bon Temps in this chapter! As always please read, review, and enjoy!
Why do people always try to wake me while I'm sleeping? Beth's voice interrupted me in my moments of peace, while violently shoving me back and forth, "Adriane get up, Sookie's grandma made breakfast for all of us,"
Bitch needs to get up! We're going to be late for work! It's only our second day here! How will we ever get home if we don't get any money! Not that I really want to go back, something about this place is captivating. How the hell do so many attractive men live this close to each other without the rest of the world not knowing! Plus, I haven't gone to that bar yet! I would love to go! I know that she would never want to go there now. Maybe I can sneak out one night and go, I bet someone here would want to go with me.
I was shot awake by her last thought, "Beth! Don't you dare even think about sneaking out!"
"What?!" Beth exclaimed looking shocked but then quickly followed with a dirty look, "You promised you wouldn't listen in on me!"
"And you should know to let sleeping dogs lie! I wasn't awake enough to stop it!" I exclaimed, plopping back into the makeshift bed, which really was a blanket under me.
"Can we just drop it? I'm not going, it's just nice to imagine going," Beth pouted, "Let me dream!"
"Fine," I sighed sitting up once again as I groaned. The hard wood floor did not do my body, namely my back, any justice, "Give me a minute and I'll be down."
With that Beth left and I expelled the breath of air I seemed to be held in. I hated doing that, it always felt wrong reading people. Even if I didn't mean to do it, Beth knew that but she still gave me that dirty look. I hate it when she looks at me that way. I can't control it first thing in the morning, she knows this! Even though at times, this power can be helpful, it can feel like a curse when someone looks at you like that. The look that screams "freak".
Maybe I am a freak? Beyond my family and now Sookie, there weren't to many people that I knew of that have our abilities. Some weird genetic mutation that caused us to be this way. Maybe we're some form of X-Men? I chuckled at that thought, us being X-Men. I could see it now, all of us piling into a private jet and taking off into the night sky to save the world from evil. Yeah, some X-Man I'd make, too scared to go to a vampire bar only a short while away. As far as I'm aware though, vampires are not mutants. They are dead creatures brought back to life by sharing blood from one and other. No mutations there, just some freaky supernatural being.
I took a moment to compose myself after getting riled on my internal monologue on vampires again. I found myself taking in Sookie's room, scanning for a mirror of some sort. Knowing myself, I probably look like a mess right now. I found Sookie's standalone mirror just next to her closet, I got up and approached the mirror. Just as I expected I was a mess. I threw my rat's nest of hair into a messy bun so it was out of my face and didn't look bad in front of people I didn't know. I rubbed the eyeliner that was smeared across my face off. Trying my best to look more presentable. I could still see the exhaustion that hung in my eyes and under them. I made a mental note to make sure that Sookie never touched me again, I do not like this feeling of being drained of all my energy.
I quickly went downstairs and into the dining room, hoping that the kitchen was close by. Which it was, attached to the dining room. I entered to see a kindly old woman messing with a cast iron pan on the stove top. Both Sookie and Beth were sitting at the kitchen table, both drinking from mugs and chatting away.
"Mornin', do you want any coffee?" Sookie asked as I entered the room.
"Yes please, I can't believe we stayed up so late. I'll have to use all my will power to not be cranky at work today," I replied stifling a yawn.
"Do ya take cream and sugar?" Sookie asked, doing her best to be a good hostess. Running around trying to please the guests as best as she could.
"Yes please."
"Gran this is Adriane, Beth's friend. I hope you don't mind that they stayed the night. They're new in town and I didn't want them to wander back to the motel after how late we were up last night," Sookie apologized to her grandmother.
"It's okay dear, it's nice to have a little company around here," She said with a smile as she turned to face me, "It's very nice to meet you, Adriane."
"It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Stackhouse," I replied.
"Please, call me Gran, all of Sookie's friends do anyways," She said with a smile then turned back to the stove to keep cooking, "Please have a seat."
I sat down next to Beth, "What time is it?"
"Around 9:30," Beth replied.
I heard the front door open and the screen door slam shut behind it.
"Gran, I'm here!" A deeper more masculine voice called through the foyer.
"Take off your shoes Jason, I just cleaned the floor!" Gran called back.
There were two thunks as, I'm assumed, the boots came off. The man entered the kitchen looking shocked to see us. He was very attractive, more so then Sam Merlotte in my opinion. He had short blonde hair that shot up in the front in multiple directions, giving it the look of messy but kept look, that was frozen in place by hair gel. Obviously, he had been working for that "just rolled out of bed" look. He had soft brown eyes that gave you the impression that he couldn't hurt a fly. He donned a red muscle shirt which was cut down the sides it did exactly as it was meant to do, show off the muscles that ran along is ribs. I could see he was extremely toned with toned arms and apparently his abdomen also. He had loose jeans on, that hung at his hips from only a belt. Where there should have been boots were white holey socks.
"Jason, I told you to throw out those socks when I got you the last pack!" Gran exclaimed staring at the same thing I was.
"These are the new socks, Gran," Jason snorted.
"You go through sock much too fast, young man."
"It's the job Gran, all the standing and walking I do causes them to go fast," Jason retorted.
"Well, sit down. I'll just have to buy you some new ones. Breakfast will be done in a second," Gran said getting back to her work on the stove, "These are Sookie's house guests, Beth and Adriane. They are new in town. They are nice girls, Jason. I don't want you mess'n with them."
"What do ya mean by mess'n with them Gran?" Jason asked as he took a seat next to me playing stupid, and shot me a wink.
"You know exactly what I mean Jason," Gran retorted.
"Hi, Jason," Jason ignored his Gran, wiping his hand on his jeans then holding it out toward me.
I inhaled a little to help control whatever was going to happen when I touched his skin. I took his hand a shook it quickly and released, "Adriane."
I was expecting to have the same reaction that I had with Sookie. But was surprised when the burst of energy never came. He may not be special like Sookie then. That was good; I didn't have to worry about another person being inside my head.
"Then you are Beth," Jason said, looking over to my friend and pointing at her then releasing like a small finger gun.
"Yes I am," Beth said with a small playful smile.
Beth always had a way with men; they were just instantly attracted to her. She is much more attractive then I am, but I do believe that her generous bosom did help. No matter what shirt she wore, unless it was a baggy hoodie, her cleavage showed or was accented. I didn't think she cared though; she liked the attention from the opposite sex. I envied some times when she got most of the attention; it could be difficult when we were out together and I actually wanted to get a date. (Minus that one night a few days ago.) She was always a good wing woman though, trying to direct some of the attention my way when I was in the mood.
"So, where are ya'll from?" Jason asked as he stabbed a few pancakes from the serving plate onto his own.
"We're from Cleveland," I replied following his lead, but only taking one pancake.
"Where's that?" Jason asked shooting me a questioning look.
"Ohio," Sookie replied for us.
"What are you doing down here then?" Gran asked.
"We were going on a small road trip before school started back up," Beth spoke for the both of us.
"Oh, what'cha in school for?" Sookie spoke up.
"I'm in school to be an accountant, and Adriane is going to be a pharmacist," Beth said speaking for the both of us again.
Jason whistled, "So ya both are smart then?" It was more of a statement then question.
"I guess," I pushed in, trying to get off that topic, "What do you do Jason?"
"I do construction," Jason commented with his mouth full.
"Jason! Where are your manners? Do not talk with your mouth full!" Gran scolded.
I hate talking about intelligence. It has nothing to do with the character of a person. Even the smartest person in the world could be a complete asshole in person. Like some top executive treating the mail room personnel like they don't exist. Besides, there are different forms of intelligence, someone could be an awful student but be a wonderful teacher. Just because I could be good at Chemistry doesn't mean I'm good at playing the piano.
"So, how much longer do you two have?" Sookie asked.
"Well I just need to get my master's. I can knock that out in two years," Beth said, stopping to let me speak for myself.
"If I get into my selected school I'll be done in three years," I said cutting a portion of the pancake off and eating it.
"Here's your coffee," Sookie said placing the cup in front of me.
"Thank you," I offered her a smile. Which she returned, and then took a seat.
The rest of breakfast was rather quiet, only a few other conversations popped up while we ate. How long we were going to be staying in town? Where we were staying? Things of that nature.
"Oh, I washed your guys' uniforms this morning while you slept, so you have something to wear to work," Gran smiled.
"Thank you but, you didn't have to do that!" I interjected.
"Oh it's not a problem. There's no washer at that motel, might as well take advantage of a working one."
"We appreciate it," Beth smiled.
"Speaking of which. Since we will be here for a while, could you tell us where there is a Laundromat?" I asked.
"I can give you a small tour around town if you want! We can do it right before work as long as we have time," Sookie exclaimed. She was clearly excited about us being here, "If you are looking for a short term lease I bet Sam has some apartments you can rent. It would be cheaper than staying at the motel."
"He's a slum lord too?" I laughed lightly.
"He's got a few things he does around here," Sookie laughed a little too.
"Ya'll are working at Merlotte's?" Jason asked.
"Yep, we just got hired yesterday!" Beth exclaimed.
"Maybe me and the guys will stop by for lunch?" Jason smiled and leaned towards me. I squirmed in my seat slightly as he stared at me.
"You should! We've been slow the last few days and I haven't seen Hoyt in a while!" Sookie exclaimed.
"I'll try talk'n them into stopping by then," Jason said getting out of his chair, "Thanks for breakfast Gran; I'll see ya a little later."
"Have a good day, Jason dear," Gran said as Jason kissed the top of her head and headed out the door.
"So what time do we have to be in again? I don't remember Sam telling us," I asked Sookie.
"We should be in around ten thirty, we open at eleven today," Sookie explained.
"Will that be enough time to prep everything?" I asked, "When I worked in fast food we started around seven in the morning but didn't open till ten thirty.
"The cooks are in a little earlier but we should be fine."
We left the house around 10:15 PM to show up right on time for our shift to begin at Merlotte's.
"We serve alcohol for lunch?" I asked Sookie, as I took my spot behind the bar.
"It's what we sell mostly," Sam said appearing around the corner, "How are you holding up today?"
Sookie smiled as she started to go to the back, followed by Beth.
"I'm alright," I replied, "I'm still a bit nervous for today working the whole shift and all."
"It's good to be a little nervous at first, you won't make as many mistakes," Sam explained, "Did anyone show you the specialty drinks yesterday?"
"Sookie said she was going to show me, she said they are super easy," I replied.
"They are, here's list of them and what goes in," Sam said handing me the drink menu.
He then went to explain the amounts of each liquor that goes with in them. Then proceeded to quiz me on them till I had them down.
"Do you think you could help with serving the drinks if we get busy?" Sam asked.
"Sure, what are the table numbers?" I asked.
He pointed to the first booth which was right across from me and closest to the door, "That's table one then it goes clockwise around the place."
"Got it."
"You catch on quick, have you met the cooks yet?" Sam asked.
"No I haven't," I replied as I followed him to the kitchen window. Which was where I saw a darker skinned man wearing a sash around his shaved head, purple glitter eyeliner. If that wasn't a surprising enough, his outfit was more effeminate. His shirt was pretty much a tank top that was a deep v, you could see his pecks and his very muscular arms. His pants were something I was more used to seeing, the baggy black jeans that were only held up by his belt that was buckled one hole to loose letting his boxers show around his hips. At least his ass wasn't hanging out like all the men wore where I was from.
"Lafayette, this is Adriane. She's a temporary bartender," Sam introduced.
"Adriane, that's an unusual name. A sexy little thang like that serving drinks will bring in a lot of money for you, Sam. Especially with that ass! You just need a little more war paint and you'll be fabulous!" Lafayette smiled at me with a smirk, while using the thongs in his hand to point at me.
"Ummm, thanks?" I replied a little off put by Lafayette's tone. I'm not sure if he was serious or not.
"Don't worry about me hooka, I am harmless," Lafayette smile again leaning against the window with a large metal scoop in his hand with a sly smile across his face.
"Alright stop harassing the poor girl," Sam said placing a hand on my shoulder leading me towards the back door.
She doesn't have a bad ass. I should remember to place things on the lower shelves up front. Yeah the guys will love her.
Damn these short shorts. They are just as bad as I though, freaking volley ball shorts. I almost wanted to remind Sam not to touch me, but if he forgot that's probably for my benefit. As I made a mental note to bend at the knees not the waist if Sam stayed true to his word about putting things on the lower shelves.
"Terry?" Sam called out.
"Yes, sir?" A man in his late thirties, early forties appeared around the corner holding a case of beer. The look in his eye told me he was having some sort of internal battle between running and staying where he was. Were all the men in this town in shape? I've never seen so many in shape men in one area. Unlike Lafayette, Terry had a t-shirt on that was tan with a small logo of Merlotte's on the left breast, I was jealous that his shirt was looser then my own. I made myself another mental note to make sure to ask for a looser shirt and shorts.
"Terry, this is Adriane," Sam introduced us.
"Hi," I smiled softly, feeling like he needed a quieter introduction.
Terry twitched a little then nodded and quickly scrambled off to the bar area.
"He's a very good man, he just doesn't like to talk a lot," Sam explained.
I didn't know what to say so I nodded and remained silent.
"We have one other cook but he is off tonight, his name is James. You'll like him, he's quiet too," Sam smiled as I nodded after his statement, "You know if you are working the bar you will have to talk a bit more."
"I'm just saving my energy, I'll be peppy by the time we open," I reassured Sam, "The coffee just needs to kick in."
"I was able to dig up some uniforms for you and Beth this morning."
"Do they happen to be a bit larger then these sizes? They are a bit tight for me. It makes me a bit uncomfortable," I asked.
"I don't know about the shorts but the shirts should be."
"Is there any way I could wear my own shorts? It makes me nervous when I get so many looks," I asked.
"Uniforms are standard," Sam replied, "You gotta wear it."
I did my best sad puppy dog look, "I feel really uncomfortable. I'll find a pair of black ones; I just want a bit more coverage. I feel like I'm sending the wrong message to the customers. I'm new here; I don't want them spreading rumors about me before they even know me."
Sam sighed then gave in to me, "Alright, just make sure they are black."
That was easier than I thought it would be. I thought I would have to fight with him for at least a week. He must cave to women really easy; then again he did give us jobs when he said he wanted someone a bit more permanent.
"Thank you so much! I'll find some tonight after work!" I exclaimed.
Sam sighed and walked away from me.
"What was that about?" Sookie asked as she found me.
"I'm getting shorts that will cover more of my bum than these," I replied.
"That's probably for the best, its kinda hanging out a bit," Sookie confessed.
"I know; I really don't like the looks I was getting from the male clientele last night."
"Better get used to in, in the restaurant biz that's how you get the most tips. Wear a bit more makeup and you will get 15% instead of 12%, play dumb and it's even better."
"I'll keep that in mind. I just don't want my pants to rip while bending over for something."
"Don't worry I understand," She smiled and walked away.
I found myself bored at the bar, as the lunch shift started. I wish I had a book or something with me to keep be entertained. There weren't any customers coming in just yet. Sookie, Arlene, Beth and myself all hung around the bar just talking.
Midway through the lunch shift, Jason entered the restaurant with two other men. Beth gave him a wave that said be there in a second, as he and his friends took a see at a table in her section. It seemed that was their regular seat, it would make sense seeing as how it was a smaller town. I watched as Arlene leaned in and kissed the man with the goatee and dark hair, must be her boyfriend or something. Jason proceeded to wave me over when Beth finally reached their table to take the order. I quickly set down the glass I had been drying for the last ten minutes and walked over towards the table to stand next to Beth.
"Girls, this is Rene and Hoyt," Jason pointed at the two men, "Guys this is Beth and uh…"
"Adriane," I said for him doing my best to not be short.
"Nice to me you," The man named Rene kindly said, he had an extremely heavy accent, I think it was Cajun. This would be the first time I've ever heard it in person and not in movies.
"Yeah, nice to me you guys. Where are you from?" Hoyt asked, he seemed to have a kind soul. I watched as he leaned and elbow on the table watching Beth intensely.
"From up north," I replied, inwardly chuckling at Hoyt. He was for sure not her type, she liked her men a little older than she was. Someone Sam's age was more of what she typically chased.
"Both of them are really smart," Jason interjected. I'm not sure what that added to the conversation but whatever.
"Seems really slow today," Rene stated taking a look around.
"Yeah, you are our first really customers," Beth smiled, "Oh can I get you guys anything to drink?"
"Uh, three beers?" Jason asked.
"While you guys are on the job?" I asked, a bit surprised they were drinking this early in the afternoon.
"It's okay, we're just having one," Hoyt replied, speaking for the other men.
"Besides, I'm the boss," Jason pointed a thumb at himself and smile.
"Alright, tap or bottled?" I asked with a small laugh.
"Bottled," Jason replied for the group.
I quickly walked away and back to the bar, grabbing three of the bottled beers from the fridge, I glanced at the TruBlood again. Even though this was only my second day, no one ordered it last night. I had a feeling no one would order it at all. Sam should really just get rid of it. I closed the fridge and returned to the table. Then proceeded to hand the men their bottles and turned to leave so they could get their order together.
"Wait, uh Anabelle? Are you going to take our order?" Jason asked, grabbing my wrist.
I internally groaned, I just said my name not two minutes ago and he was calling me Anabelle. Really? Where did he even get that from?
"Adriane," I stated and did my best to honor my promise to Sam to be peppy. Jason had yet to release me from his grip, when the thoughts came in.
Adriane, I'll have to remember her name. She's really pretty. The outfit sure fits her body good. Maybe if I can get her to come over to my place tonight. They are staying together at the motel right? Maybe I can offer my place up to them till they get an apartment.
"I think Beth is your server, but I can get you guys going if you want to order something right now," I replied after a moment his thoughts caught me off guard, trying to pull my hand back without any force to it. I didn't like where his thoughts were going. He was singling me out over Beth even though she was prettier, but my uniform was a bit tighter then her own. Hopefully he didn't think I was easy based on that. I'll have to tell Beth about this. Remind her that we should ask Sam about those apartments today. Also making another note to stop letting people touch me and placing my guard up a bit higher.
"Sure, can we get an order of onion rings?" Hoyt asked.
"Yeah of course," I replied, and with that Jason let me go. I quickly walked away and back to the kitchen, "Lafayette can I get an order of onion rings for the guys?"
"Hm? Whose out there right now?" Lafayette asked me from near the fryer.
"Jason, Hoyt and Rene," I replied.
"You sure are catching on with names quick," He replied taking a hand full of prepped onion rings into the fryer, and pushed them around a bit. Doing an over exaggerated movement with his whole body.
"Yeah, I'm usually good with names," I replied, "What are you doing?"
"Giv'n them a little love. If you dance a bit with them your onion rings come out crispier than normal."
"You dance with your onion rings? Haven't you ever heard of not playing with your food," I laughed lightly.
"Dancing isn't playing," He tilted his head toward me and smile.
"When I dance it's playing," I gave him my half smile, something about him was making me flirt a little even though he was definitely gay.
"Well then dear, you'll have to show me how you dance. Yous was a stripper at one time weren't you?"
"Who told you that?" I laughed, "I took pole dancing lessons over one summer with Beth."
"I heard my name?" Beth asked appearing next to me at the window, "What are you cooking?"
"Onion rings for your men," I replied.
"Well then, what were you guys talking about? I thought I heard an Adriane laugh from the bar," Beth lightly teased.
"She doesn't laugh a lot?" Lafayette jumped in.
"No she does not," Beth teased.
"Well she will here, I think she and I will be good friends," Lafayette smiled at me, "We were talking about yous twos taking a stripper lessons."
"You told him that!" Beth exclaimed.
"Yes," I smiled.
"Told him what?" Arlene asked appearing out of nowhere with Sookie at her heals. She must be the gossip queen around here.
"How these two hookers took stripper lessons!" Lafayette laughed.
"Yes, and her parents thought we were taking an art class!" Beth laughed.
"Well stripping is an art to some," Lafayette pointed out.
"My word you two, I would have never pictured that!" Arlene exclaimed.
"Well you two hookers will have to show me some of your moves," Lafayette flirted with a laughed, "Teach Lala some of your moves!"
"Lafayette, I thought you were gay!" Sookie exclaimed.
"I am, but you girls all want a piece of this," He said with an over exaggerated whole body thrust movement with his hips as he lifted the onion rings out of the fryer.
"Lafayette, I won't do dirty talk, give me the onion rings and I'll be on my way," Sookie said with a blush on her face. We all laughed as Sookie scurried away.
"Why is it so loud back here already? We hardly have anyone in here?" Sam said coming out of the office.
"We're just having a bit of fun, Sam," Arlene stated for the group with a smile on her face.
"Well who's manning the floor, isn't there some prep work that needs to be done for the dinner rush?" Sam pointed out.
"Okay boss man, we'll get back to work," Lafayette smiled and walked deeper into the kitchen.
I wandered back to the bar to take my vigilant post of guarding the alcohol. After about fifteen minutes of cleaning the top of the bar, Beth came over.
"What are you working on?" She asked staring at me like a crazy person.
"Cleaning the wood, the finish is still good but there are mountains of dust in the cracks and it's driving me crazy." I replied, I tended to get a bit of a perfectionist when I started cleaning something. In a world of half way or all the way. When it came to cleaning, it was always done all the way.
"Oh," Was the only reply she could say. She knew there was nothing she could say to stop me from my task at hand.
"Did you take the guys order?" I asked.
"Yes, I gave it to Terry a few minutes ago."
"We should talk to Sam about an apartment while its slow."
"Do you want me to do that? Or do you? You two seem to be getting along alright," Beth nudged me.
"A, he's our boss; and b, he's not my type," I whispered, "Besides you want him you go talk to him."
"Alright I'll go talk to him then," Beth replied as she turned and left for Sam's office in the back. As I continued cleaning in the corners of the wood.
"Do you have that disease that everything has to be perfect?" I heard Jason's voice, I looked up from my scrubbing.
"Obsessive Compulsive Disorder?"
"Sure that."
"No I'm not OCD," I stated, "If I was I would have to call it: CDO." Joking lightly, continuing scrubbing. I wasn't really in the mood to deal with him. After hearing his thoughts about my shorts, I really didn't want to talk to him. Ever since this morning, I could tell right away he was one of those guys that thought he was all the girls ever wanted.
"What?" He asked.
"You know, CDO," I replied after a moment, "It's a joke."
"Oh," He laughed lightly, clearly going over his head.
"Do you need a refill?" I asked.
"No, like Hoyt said one drink while on the job, just enough to get a taste," He replied with a smile, "Are you guys staying at the motel right now?"
I paused from my job at hand. Jumping right in are we?
"Yes we are." I looked up from my work.
"I can offer you guys a place to stay for the time being, if you need it." He smiled and leaned onto the bar, right where I was working. I corrected my posture, standing up perfectly with my shoulders back. That usually either intimidated the men or got them to look at my breasts. After reading his thoughts I was sure he would look at my breasts but he didn't. He just looked me in the eye. Hmmm, interesting.
"Beth is talking to Sam about renting an apartment right now. I don't think we'll be staying here more than a month." I stated, he was catching me off guard right now. I wasn't expecting that. I thought I was able to read this guy easy. I guess I was wrong there.
"Well," Jason said looking down at the empty bottle in his hand, thinking I wouldn't notice his quick glance at my chest. I'll give him a point for being subtle, "I thought I would ask."
"Thank you anyways Jason," I replied with a smile reaching out to grab the glass from his hand, but purposely touched his hand. Breaking my rule of reading people. He had me curious, what he was thinking? I don't know why I was curious, but I was. Something about him…
She sure is pretty, look at that smile. Damn she is too smart for me. Probably has me pegged right now.
That was sweet, I haven't heard that in a while. Someone that thought I was "pretty" and meaning it. Not thinking I was "hot" or "sexy", or some form of objectification. I could take "pretty" for a change.
Wonder what she looks like naked. I don't normally go for girls with junk in the trunk, but there's nothing wrong with the way she looks right now. Those shorts look like they are about to pop off, just drop something over on the other side of the bar and I bet they would rip right off of that fine ass!
Ugh…I'm really sick of men. I stuck around for one second to long. There he was thinking something sweet and had to go and ruin it with that thought. I took the glass from his hand and removed my touch. I started wiping my hands on my small apron as soon as I set down the glass, it felt dirty now. I felt dirty now. I really wanted to wash my hands.
"I'll be stopping by after work tonight, will you still be on?"
"Yeah I'll be here," I replied.
"Great, see you after I get off," Jason stated and walked away. Calling the guys over to leave.
"Well well, he seems interested in you now! What did you get off of him?" Beth asked as she appeared next to me. I gave her a questioning look to which she replied, "I saw your hand touch his! Don't deny that you didn't read him!"
"Doesn't matter, what did Sam say?" I replied.
"He's got a single bedroom we can rent, fully furnished. He said he'll give us a bit off since he knows we're in a crunch."
"That's nice of him. I'll have to say thanks."
"So what did Jason think? I saw you touch him!"
"Who said I was reading him?"
"That look in your eyes, I know that look. Your eyes haze over a bit when you read."
"Hopefully he didn't see that."
"Nah, but if he did he probably saw it as desire."
"Beth!" I turned to smack her, but she was already out of smacking distance.
"You need to get laid. I think you should go home with him. I bet it would help you loosen up! He did say he would be back."
"Beth!" I whispered, "Shut up!"
"Do it."
"No, thank you! I'm okay!" I replied.
"Come on it's not like you're saving it, and if he's interested why not?"
"Uh, he's our only friend's brother?"
"Uh, I don't think it matters to much to her, Jason has man whore written all over him. I bet if he doesn't go home with you, he goes home with someone else."
"Doesn't matter, when did Sam say we could move in?"
"Within the week, don't you go changing the subject. When was the last time you got laid?"
"Beth, it doesn't matter."
"Yes it does, you need to get laid. You get super bitchy when it has been a while. Plus, you can't get away from me right now, so that adds to your stress. We are stuck down here for a while now. We have no car. Your dad decided to not give us the money we need. You need to get laid. You have too much on your shoulders." Beth teased.
"Beth, I'm not talking about this with you. Here. At work."
"Then, hooker, talk to me about it," Lafayette said appearing out of nowhere, "Can I get some Patron please?"
"What is it with all of you guys appearing around corners and eavesdropping?" I asked as I got a glass and filling it for Lafayette.
"It's a small place, it's hard not hearing," He replied taking the glass in his hand while raising an eyebrow, "Plus I hear that Jason is a fine lay. According to the ladies in this particular area."
"I'm really fine," I replied, feeling cornered. If everyone could hear this conversation I was so not talking to anyone around here about my sex life. Ever.
By the time the dinner rush came around we picked up. The drinks orders came pouring in along with people sitting at the bar ordering food. I found myself keeping up just fine. As the night wore on it got busier, by that point Sam jumped in to help me. Eventually things wore down around closing time. Sending the local drunks home via cab was the only part I didn't like. Sam showed me how to handle them, since they were regulars we had to be gentler. I finished my prep work in ease, this job was easier than I thought it would be. I didn't want to get cocky but I think I'll be just fine.
"You guys need a ride home tonight?" Sookie asked Beth and myself as we headed out the door.
"If you don't mind?" Beth replied.
"Of course not," Sookie replied as we piled into her car, "You guys don't want to wait for a cab this late."
Even though we could have walked, it was nice of Sookie to offer. I jumped in a helped Sookie finish off the remainder of her prep work. Once all the closing work was finished we left. Sookie had us home within a few minutes. She waited until we got inside of our room at the motel.
"What day is it?" I asked as I yawned feeling the effects of lack of sleep finally.
"Well its 1:00 AM, so its Sunday now. Do we have to go in, in the morning?" Beth asked.
"I'll call Sam in the morning. The place is probably opens up late. It's a small southern town. Don't they all go to church?"
"I'm not sure, let's just hope for our sake. We need sleep."
"Yeah."
"Jason didn't show up?"
"No, but who cares?"
"You can fool anyone but yourself, Adri, you want him."
I didn't reply as I walked into the bathroom to take a needed shower. It was a long day and I needed the water on my skin. Something to cool me in this heat.
"Don't use all the hot water!" Beth called through the door.
I turned on the water to a cooler setting, something to just off set this heat. Our A/C unit was broken. Since we were staying here I imagine it wasn't going to get fixed for a while. The cool water felt good on my skin, everyone boasts about how great a hot shower is, but cool showers have that same affect on a hot day. The water removed the tension from my shoulders and the dirt off my skin. I was glad I got to go in first.