>>18667217The dealer shakes his head, but smiles assuringly. "Such a generous guest. I'll be right back with a care package for you, ma'am. Compliments of the house."
Shameem smiles and sips her drink. Her body is surging with anxious sensual energy, and she turns and looks up at the television on the wall. It's tuned to a replay of the last WWA show. Currently, it's showing a wrestling match in a cage, where a purple-haired girl is struggling desperately against a black-haired one. Awfully ridiculous stuff to have showing in a semi-exclusive area of such a classy establishment. She laughs to nobody in particular.
>"Not to be a critic, but why are we showing PRO WRESTLING on the TV? Isn't that a little low-brow?"The bartenders pause and exchange a glance with one another. "So you don't know?" one of them says.
>"You tell me."The other bartender stops his colleague. "Pretty sure she's an out-of-towner. I wouldn't make anything of it." He looks up at the television. "Although we ought to shut THIS match off. If Kelly comes in here and sees THIS playing, she'll bust our asses."
On the screen, the purple-haired girl has triumphed over her opponent. The cage lifts. As the bartender reaches for the remote, Shameem spots a blond haired woman sprinting out of the back.
HER.
THE GIRL.
Shameem catches the bartender's hand.
>"No, please, let it play a few more minutes. I changed my mind."Shameem idly discards a fifty-dollar bill on the counter.
