Tag: Camilla

STINKY CHEEK BAR AND GRILL – OUTSIDE – 8:30 P.M.

“I like the way you stood up for yourself in there.”

“You know, I always tip my servers very well. But… She’s too much!”

“Crystal’s cool. I think that she may have been a bit put off by you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“She’s usually the hot chick in the place.”

“So, she’s not getting all the attention, so she takes it out on me. Make me sound unreasonable to everyone.”

“It didn’t work, though.”

“Damn right it didn’t work.” They laugh.

“So, I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Is this your spot or something?”

“Yeah, I eat here often because that way I don’t have to try and cook, you know? I’m not that good at it… What brought you out here if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I was supposed to meet this guy…”

“And here you were just questioning me if I had a wife or a girlfriend… I knew it. Ha! I knew it was too good to be true.”

“Stop getting ahead of yourself. You don’t know that I’m even interested in you.”

“You said I was cute.”

“And sexy.”

Dillon playfully takes a step back. “Maybe I shouldn’t stand too close to you, though. I don’t want to mess up your game. He may show up and take things the wrong way.”

“It isn’t a date, Dillon.”

“Okay. I like the sound of that. So, who is he?”

“Someone whom David told me about. Told me to meet him here.”

“Who’s David?”

She looks at her watch. “My cousin.”

“What time was he supposed to be here?”

“Two hours ago.”

“Damn.” Dillon pauses for a moment. “Let me ask you something, Camilla.” He leans in. “You can tell me it’s none of my business, and I won’t be offended. But, uh, was he supposed to bring you a little something?”

“Yes!”

“I see… Well, maybe I can be of some assistance. You looking for some weed. My bandmate always has.”

“Nah, I don’t smoke.”

“Some white?”

“I was.”

Dillon smiled. “Well, Camilla. This is your lucky evening.”

“You have a plug?”

“I do.”

“Can you put it together?!”

“Yup.”

“Okay… Do we have to go and meet him? Can he come by?”

“You’re looking at him.”

“You, Dillon?” She laughed. “Come on.”

“I’m serious.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Why?”

“I just don’t. You’re a little too church boy. Too pretty. Perfect teeth. Smooth light brown skin. Dimples on your cheeks. This isn’t your lane.”

“Fish scale, right off the brick. No footprints.”

“You are serious.”

“Yes. I got you.”

“That sounds good… Do you have something with you?”

“Not here. It’s at my place…over on Rampart. Just a few blocks up the way.”

“Okay, let’s go. Am I riding with you?”

“I walked. It’s really not that far.”

“Ride with me. I’d rather not leave my car here anyway.”

“Where did you park?”

She points to the green Aston Martin. “Right here.”

“This is yours? I saw it when I came in.”

“That’s my baby. The DBS 770 Ultimate Volante.”

“Those wheels are wild. This is incredibly nice, Camilla…and green.”

“Kermit Green.”

“Bright ass green.”

“Do you want to drive it?”

“Hell no. No way. Nope.”

“Why not?”

“This car… This car…must at least cost a hundred grand. At least!”

“A hundred grand? You’re not even in the ballpark, Dillon.”

“What? Is it less? Eighty grand! No less than that.”

“No, it’s much more. You’re looking at half a million dollars.”

“Oh! Wait…! What?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Camilla bursts with laughter. “It’s not that serious.”

“Not that serious? I’m not going to even take a chance of putting an ass impression on the seat. It’s a good thing the top is down because I’m going to stand up while we ride.”

“Dillon! You’re so crazy! This is the best laugh I’ve had since I can remember!”

“As a matter of fact, I’m not riding in that car, Camilla. Hell nah. I’ll give you my address, and I’ll meet you at my place. I’m walking.”

“Oh, shit! Stop it! I’m about to pee myself!”

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“My humble apologies, Dillon. I am so sorry.”

“Oh no, please don’t get upset.”

“I know you must hate me.”

“No, not at all. I realize it was a mistake.”

Camilla scrambled, shuffling through her purse. “I swear I would never steal anything from anyone.” She places the hundred into his palm as she pans the room. “I wasn’t raised that way… I don’t have to steal.”

“Relax, please. I believe you. I do.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I know you didn’t mean to, okay? Forget about it.”

Camilla takes a long look. “Who are you? You look like some kind of… What do you do?”

“I play in a band.”

“I somehow knew that.”

“That I played in a band?”

“Or you were an actor or something. Something to do with the arts. You just have that artist look. That big wavy pompadour and the slick sideburns. Your skinny jeans with the flared bottoms and your boots. The cool retro Jimi Hendrix tee…. And your teeth are perfect too. Did you ever have braces?”

“No.”

“So, you’re just naturally cute…and sexy.”

“I guess so.”

“And you’re kind of shy too.”

“I’m not shy.”

“Yes, you are. I bet that if I didn’t owe you that hundred, you would have never come over and talked to me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You’re a shy boy, Dillon.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are. Look at how you’re blushing.”

“Wow, so you’re psychoanalyzing me. You’ve got me all figured out.”

“Big word alert. He’s intelligent, too.”

“You’re funny. I hope that all this is a good thing.”

“It is, Dillon. It is. So many guys approach and are so lame. I get the ghetto hood game. The guys who think that proclaiming how beautiful they think I am will somehow, magically win me over.”

“You are beautiful, though.”

“Thank you. And thank you for not starting with that. Then there are the ones who will flat out offer me money to sleep with them like I’m some kind of working girl or courtesan.”

“What’s a courtesan?”

“And you’re naive too. I’m really beginning to like you, Dillon. Do you have a girlfriend? Are you married?”

“No and no.”

“Oh, no…please tell me you’re not gay.”

“Fuck no!”

Camilla is filled with mirth. “You know, you can tell me. It’s okay.”

“No. I’m not gay, alright?”

“So, you like the pussy?”

“Yes, only the pussy!”

“Good to know!” She slaps the play button. The three reels come to a stop. It’s double diamonds across the pay line. “Yes! I knew it!”

Dillon looks at the display. “Did you win?”

“Twenty-five thousand!” All eyes were now on Camilla.

“Are you serious?!”

“Time to cash out.” She stands, removing her ticket. “Come on.”

As the two approach, Crystal awaits with a broad smile. “I’m so happy for you…”

“Cash me out.”

“Okay, no problem.”

Camilla watched with a close eye as Crystal returned from the storeroom with five stacks of pre-sorted cash.”I had to go into the safe to get all of this… You really did well…”

Camilla turns to Dillon as she counts her winnings. “I’m not sure if all this will fit into my purse.” She parts off five thousand. “Here.” She reaches it towards Dillon. “I would have lost the machine if not for you.”

“For me? I couldn’t accept that.”

“Why not?”

“Nah, it’s your money.”

“I wouldn’t have won it without you coming to my rescue.”

Crystal cuts in. “Can I get you anything to drink? Would you like something to eat? We have…”

Camilla tugs at Dillon’s front pocket. He backs two steps. “You’re going to take this money or what?”

“Nope.”

“Why, Dillon? Why won’t you take it?”

“I wouldn’t feel right. I wouldn’t.”

“Unbelievable… Okay… I guess I’ll just have to spend it all on myself.”

Crystal’s temples were beaded with sweat. She leaned in, lowering her pitch. “How about me? I’ll take it.”

Camilla turned to her, glaring fiercely. “It’s Crystal, right?”

“Yes. Crystal. That’s me.”

“You’re expecting a tip?”

“That would be nice.”

“I’m usually very generous, Crystal. Usually. As a matter of fact, this would have been your tip. I would have given you the whole five. But, I’m not. You get nothing from me.”

Crystal’s face morphed into a scowl. “Are you serious?! You know, it’s customary to tip the bartender when you win! That’s how it goes!”

“It’s also customary to give change when a player needs it too!”

“I didn’t have twenties!”

“You just sat a thousand in twenties in front of me, Crystal!”

“But I didn’t know I had that!”

“It’s your job to know or to go and check at least! But instead, you decided to be rude and embarrass me in front of this whole bar in front of all these people.”

Crystal began to sob. “You don’t know how hard this job is and what I go through. I have to deal with all kinds of people. You don’t know my life!”

“And guess what. I don’t care either.”

“You’re attacking me! You’re being mean to me!”

Camilla takes Dillon’s hand into hers, clutching their fingers together. “Let’s go. This bitch is crazy!”

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