“When you’re finished with your New York, come get you some Montana,” he said.
Andrew had worked as a bouncer at the club for a few weekends. Nine eleven had happened so even though he had finished his active duty his inactive duty kicked in to reactive and he was assigned to the base two hours outside of the city. It was all there was two hours outside of the city.
The first weekend he was as they all were on their first weekend, and I didn’t fuck around:
“You will check all IDs. If I have to check behind you…”
“Understood,” he said.
“I pulled every trick, and I have younger siblings currently pulling tricks,” I said.
“Understood,” he said.
And I got a little wet.
Once a month we had our most popular band. Welcome Andrew. I carded everyone behind him just to catch him. He did well. This was not going to end well for me.
The second weekend was the national finals in the championship tournament.
This club, though, was more bar, and it was on the second floor of a roller hockey rink. It was club size, and on the weekends it felt like one – throngs of people, sound technicians, radio shows remote broadcasting. The legal capacity brought the good bands every Friday and Saturday night. The owner was good at marketing. Sundays swelled with football when there was football. Then an empty floor with a bar full of regulars. Roller Hockey National Finals brought a week of revenue to last months, and included a team from New York.
New York was a way-too-gorgeous for me player with a return flight booked for Sunday afternoon. I would fuck him, and it would be good. So I tipped out a bounty amount to be the first released, grabbed my purse, and said my goodbyes.
“Where are you off to in such a rush?” Andrew asked.
“I’m going to get me some New York,” I said.
“When you’re finished with your New York,” he said, “come get you some Montana.”
I will, I thought.
The third weekend I beat Andrew at pool three straight games and I knew he was throwing them.
“You’re not playing,” I said.
“You’re bending over,” Andrew said.
“I am not bending over when you are playing,” I said.
I had given up my shift for a weekday trade. I was playing pool with someone who wouldn’t play. All for the lay. Except we lost the lay who was already ready to go right there on that very table. I went home and he finished his shift.
The fourth weekend I met him at a hotel room door stark naked with two cold beers, and we fucked for the next two years.