Three weeks ago..
"Patrick please only once I'll do it next time!" Kat pleaded. Patrick stared at her as he leaned against his truck with his arms folded across his torso. His expression was very obvious. "We have practically no money and this isn't just for me it's for you too!" He shook his head and looked away, staring at the sign that advertised five hundred bucks for five minutes and two hundred for every two minutes after that. He couldn't believe she was asking him to do this. "Patrick we need the money!" 'No." "What you don't think that you can do it?" she asked grinning. He stared at her intrigued momentarily but then he saw the gears turning in her head and he shook his head, knowing her too well to fall for that one. "Kat I'm not going to do this, it's as simple as that!" he said finally looking away. Kat sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. She hated it when he saw right through her. "Why not! It's the perfect way to make some quick cash!" she argued stubbornly. "So is waitressing!" he exclaimed looked back at her incredulously. "So some greasy, putrid, overweight, horn dog can pinch my ass and hit on me? I think not!" "Right, but some horny, sex deprived, middle-aged, brawd can smack my ass and stick dollar bills in my crotch!?" he cried incredulously. Kat sighed and tilted her head to one side. He did have a point. And a very good one at that but they didn't have a choice. "This is your fault ya know!" she said "If you hadn't bought that dress-" she started "Bullshit if you had taken my advice and took the extra two hundred we wouldn't be in this mess. Do not blame this on me woman!" "Ok fine it's my fault but Patrick you don't even have to remove your underwear! If I did it I would!" "A thong hardly qualifies as underwear Katerina." He pointed out testily. He had called her Katerina. She was on thin ice. He only used her whole name when his patience was growing thin. "Ok that's true but.but..but" she wracked her brain trying to think up another reason for him to do this. "But what! You don't have a case! If you want the money that badly I see no reason why you can't do it your god damned self!" he said his eyes flashing. "Stop being so selfish!" she cried "I'm being selfish!?!?" he cried incredulously "Oh that's rich! There are a million different ways to make quick cash and not one of them is nearly as degrading as what you are asking me to do right now. I refuse to do this." He said and then he turned and walked over to his side of the car. Kat ran after him and grabbed his arms, turning him around. She looked at him desperately her grip firm and he stared her impatiently. "Ok your right! I'm sorry I said that, but please would you do it?" She begged. He stared at her, his anger and resistance melting slowly. He glanced away nervously shifting his weight to his right foot. "Please?" she continued. He looked back at her and sighed. He hated when she looked at him like that ; all honesty and desperation, and hope. He grimaced and looked away again and scratched his head, fighting her. "Come on Patrick please, do this for me?" she said her voice dropping considerably. He stared at her and shook his head in surrender. "I'll hate you for the rest of my life." He said bitterly. A gentle smile graced her face. "Thank you." She said appreciation and gratitude shining in her eyes. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Where had his backbone gone?. Her arms slid around his waist and she hugged him tightly, laying her head on his chest.
'Could you at least stay out here?" he pleaded stroking her hair gently. "What, and miss your big debut?" she asked pulling away from him. He glared at her "Of course." She said grinning. "I'm serious Kat if you go in there-" he started "I know, I wont'. It's bad enough that I 'm making you do this in the first place." She handed him a small plastic bag and smiled sweetly. He looked inside and then glanced up at her sharply, his cheeks red. "What the hell is this, an eye patch!?!" he shrieked pulling out a blue sequined thong, staring at her in horror. "Well what did you expect? Boxer briefs?" she asked. He whined and then headed for the club. "I'll make it up to you." She promised. 'How?" he asked incredulously over his shoulder. "Gropage." She replied grinning. He smiled and walked into the club and she leaned against the car.
"Patrick please only once I'll do it next time!" Kat pleaded. Patrick stared at her as he leaned against his truck with his arms folded across his torso. His expression was very obvious. "We have practically no money and this isn't just for me it's for you too!" He shook his head and looked away, staring at the sign that advertised five hundred bucks for five minutes and two hundred for every two minutes after that. He couldn't believe she was asking him to do this. "Patrick we need the money!" 'No." "What you don't think that you can do it?" she asked grinning. He stared at her intrigued momentarily but then he saw the gears turning in her head and he shook his head, knowing her too well to fall for that one. "Kat I'm not going to do this, it's as simple as that!" he said finally looking away. Kat sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. She hated it when he saw right through her. "Why not! It's the perfect way to make some quick cash!" she argued stubbornly. "So is waitressing!" he exclaimed looked back at her incredulously. "So some greasy, putrid, overweight, horn dog can pinch my ass and hit on me? I think not!" "Right, but some horny, sex deprived, middle-aged, brawd can smack my ass and stick dollar bills in my crotch!?" he cried incredulously. Kat sighed and tilted her head to one side. He did have a point. And a very good one at that but they didn't have a choice. "This is your fault ya know!" she said "If you hadn't bought that dress-" she started "Bullshit if you had taken my advice and took the extra two hundred we wouldn't be in this mess. Do not blame this on me woman!" "Ok fine it's my fault but Patrick you don't even have to remove your underwear! If I did it I would!" "A thong hardly qualifies as underwear Katerina." He pointed out testily. He had called her Katerina. She was on thin ice. He only used her whole name when his patience was growing thin. "Ok that's true but.but..but" she wracked her brain trying to think up another reason for him to do this. "But what! You don't have a case! If you want the money that badly I see no reason why you can't do it your god damned self!" he said his eyes flashing. "Stop being so selfish!" she cried "I'm being selfish!?!?" he cried incredulously "Oh that's rich! There are a million different ways to make quick cash and not one of them is nearly as degrading as what you are asking me to do right now. I refuse to do this." He said and then he turned and walked over to his side of the car. Kat ran after him and grabbed his arms, turning him around. She looked at him desperately her grip firm and he stared her impatiently. "Ok your right! I'm sorry I said that, but please would you do it?" She begged. He stared at her, his anger and resistance melting slowly. He glanced away nervously shifting his weight to his right foot. "Please?" she continued. He looked back at her and sighed. He hated when she looked at him like that ; all honesty and desperation, and hope. He grimaced and looked away again and scratched his head, fighting her. "Come on Patrick please, do this for me?" she said her voice dropping considerably. He stared at her and shook his head in surrender. "I'll hate you for the rest of my life." He said bitterly. A gentle smile graced her face. "Thank you." She said appreciation and gratitude shining in her eyes. He rolled his eyes and sighed. Where had his backbone gone?. Her arms slid around his waist and she hugged him tightly, laying her head on his chest.
'Could you at least stay out here?" he pleaded stroking her hair gently. "What, and miss your big debut?" she asked pulling away from him. He glared at her "Of course." She said grinning. "I'm serious Kat if you go in there-" he started "I know, I wont'. It's bad enough that I 'm making you do this in the first place." She handed him a small plastic bag and smiled sweetly. He looked inside and then glanced up at her sharply, his cheeks red. "What the hell is this, an eye patch!?!" he shrieked pulling out a blue sequined thong, staring at her in horror. "Well what did you expect? Boxer briefs?" she asked. He whined and then headed for the club. "I'll make it up to you." She promised. 'How?" he asked incredulously over his shoulder. "Gropage." She replied grinning. He smiled and walked into the club and she leaned against the car.