They're starting to recognize me at Magic Gardens, something I'd never have expected in days past and yet, now comes as a relief. I'm beginning to default there now, the comfortable lights and windowless walls more relaxing than a lot of places, save for the Boiler Room, inexplicably still the home it always was.
Viva was dancing and was in a noticably chipper mood upon my arrival. "She's not working today," she said, referring to a co-worker of hers who'd hit on me--genuinely hit on me, not in that tired stripper "give me money" way, genuinely approached me with intent to converse and get-to-know--last week.
"I know she's not here," I said, " I asked her on tuesday."
She laughed, and her upbeat mood was revealed as uncharacteristic sobriety in the precision of her movements, the tossing of the hair, the bending of the neck. It all seemed more human, not arranged pseudo-dancing like it usually seemed. There was nothing sidelong about her looks, nothing deliberately coquettish, it was just...conversational.
I'm going to kick some ass tonight. And probably won't make any money, but who cares.
Viva was dancing and was in a noticably chipper mood upon my arrival. "She's not working today," she said, referring to a co-worker of hers who'd hit on me--genuinely hit on me, not in that tired stripper "give me money" way, genuinely approached me with intent to converse and get-to-know--last week.
"I know she's not here," I said, " I asked her on tuesday."
She laughed, and her upbeat mood was revealed as uncharacteristic sobriety in the precision of her movements, the tossing of the hair, the bending of the neck. It all seemed more human, not arranged pseudo-dancing like it usually seemed. There was nothing sidelong about her looks, nothing deliberately coquettish, it was just...conversational.
I'm going to kick some ass tonight. And probably won't make any money, but who cares.