A twenty-three year old woman entered the Grill. She was wearing a sleeveless mid-dark blue blouse of which she left the three upper and lower buttons open so her belly button was seen, a black leather mini skirt and high heels. Her dark red hair was tied up loosely and she wore heavy makeup. She headed to the bar, very well aware of all the eyes on her back.
“I hear you’re looking for a new bartender” she said to the man behind the bar. He nodded. “You’re signing up?”
“I need a job” the woman said. “And I like to socialize. I like to talk. I’m a good listener”
“Do you have any experience in the hotel and catering industry?”
The woman placed her hands on the bar, pushed herself up and threw her legs over the bar, ending next to the bartender. She took six small glasses and quickly put them on the bar, orderly next to each other. She took a bottle of tequila, opened it and poured all six glasses in a row.
“Okay, can you start tonight?” the man asked.
“Absolutely”
“Good. Go home, change your clothes and get rid of whatever it is you’ve put on your face. I’m looking for a bartender, not a hooker” the man said. “What’s your name?”
“Veronica Chambers” the woman said. “But you can call me Ronnie”
“I hear you’re looking for a new bartender” she said to the man behind the bar. He nodded. “You’re signing up?”
“I need a job” the woman said. “And I like to socialize. I like to talk. I’m a good listener”
“Do you have any experience in the hotel and catering industry?”
The woman placed her hands on the bar, pushed herself up and threw her legs over the bar, ending next to the bartender. She took six small glasses and quickly put them on the bar, orderly next to each other. She took a bottle of tequila, opened it and poured all six glasses in a row.
“Okay, can you start tonight?” the man asked.
“Absolutely”
“Good. Go home, change your clothes and get rid of whatever it is you’ve put on your face. I’m looking for a bartender, not a hooker” the man said. “What’s your name?”
“Veronica Chambers” the woman said. “But you can call me Ronnie”
Damon tried to open his eyes, but the vervain burned too painful. Now he had lost his sight he had to count on his hearing. And Bonnie gladly took advantage of that. She slowly step around Damon, waiting a few seconds after each step.
“What are you doing?” Damon asked anxious.
But Bonnie didn’t answer.
She held a horn in her hands and held it right next to Damon’s ear.
“What are you doing?” Damon repeated. He tried to feel where Bonnie was with his free hand.
Bonnie grabbed his hand and turned it on his back, until she felt it break. While Damon cried she pressed the horn, which drowned his voice.
“What are you doing?” Damon asked anxious.
But Bonnie didn’t answer.
She held a horn in her hands and held it right next to Damon’s ear.
“What are you doing?” Damon repeated. He tried to feel where Bonnie was with his free hand.
Bonnie grabbed his hand and turned it on his back, until she felt it break. While Damon cried she pressed the horn, which drowned his voice.