Chapter 26: White and Green, Part 1

It was one of those unbearably slow days. The kind of day where maybe ten men in total had entered the club the entire day. The kind of day where the dancers were taking naps in club chairs and waitresses were lounging and gossiping for hours.

I wandered from the upstairs bar to the downstairs seating area again and again, my ankles screaming to sit down.

"Hi handsome, are you doing all right?" I asked a guy with the glazed expression of a dead fish.

"I'm just here for a beer," he responded.

My face heated and my pride stung at the rejection.

"Just let me know if you need anything."

Come on, just give me one dance, I pleaded inwardly. Don't let me go home with just sixty bucks.

Slow days were a special sort of torture.