Leave me alone. Her sticky perfume invades my nostrils. I realize I have to take action if I want her to leave. “Can I get another rye and coke?” I say dryly to my antagonist. I force myself to look down at her. I let my upper lip curl back, trying to indicate my disgust for her middle-aged stomach rolls, merci-lessly wedged inside her leopard-print leotard. Her limbs deflate as she slumps back, dejected, behind the bar to fix my drink. They send a pain of hurt to the inside of my stomach. Where the fuck is Nancy? The little twenty-something nicotine addict I’d been seeing for over a month was late, as per her usual GenX entitlement. Her smoky breath made me think of Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate. We were essentially the characters in reverse, except I don’t think she ever graduated anything. Nancy struts into the bar, the click of her Louboutins trailing behind her. Ironically, I know this brand of shoe because I was watching a documentary on SugarBabies. I am overpaying Nancy. “Hey.” She flashes a white key card in front of my face. Pain. They don’t like white
Leave me alone. Her sticky perfume invades my nostrils. I realize I have to take action if I want her to leave. “Can I get another rye and coke?” I say dryly to my antagonist. I force myself to look down at her. I let my upper lip curl back, trying to indicate my disgust for her middle-aged stomach rolls, merci-lessly wedged inside her leopard-print leotard. Her limbs deflate as she slumps back, dejected, behind the bar to fix my drink. They send a pain of hurt to the inside of my stomach. Where the fuck is Nancy? The little twenty-something nicotine addict I’d been seeing for over a month was late, as per her usual GenX entitlement. Her smoky breath made me think of Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate. We were essentially the characters in reverse, except I don’t think she ever graduated anything. Nancy struts into the bar, the click of her Louboutins trailing behind her. Ironically, I know this brand of shoe because I was watching a documentary on SugarBabies. I am overpaying Nancy. “Hey.” She flashes a white key card in front of my face. Pain. They don’t like white