Sasha (Mixed Drinks #1) (11 page)

“Am I his booty call?” I ask, completely serious.

Matt and Will start to laugh and respond in unison. “Hell yeah, you are his booty call.”

“No guy is gonna come in the door with you looking like a hot mess on the spontaneous second date unless he is looking to wet his knob,” Will continues.

“Wait! He stayed all night and they talked. Doesn’t that count for something?” Sadie rebuts, coming to my defense.

“Um yeah, it adds that Sasha is great in bed, and he wants to secure his next hook up,” Matt explains.

I shake my head as the reality of the situation sets it.
I’m a booty call. That’s what’s wrong with him
. He is a player, though he really didn’t seem like the type.

“Fuck!”

“So is there anything Sasha can do to change things? She really likes him. How does she move up from booty call to girlfriend?” Megan asks.

“Um well, the obvious choice would be to stop boinking long enough for him to realize you’re more than just a piece of hot ass,” Matt blurts.

“Damn it! Ok fine, then I have to get him out on real date.”

I suddenly remember that on Thursday nights, the local park runs a cornhole tournament. For those that have no idea what cornhole is, it’s a game that involves tossing beanbags at a slanted piece of wood with a hole in it. The object is to get the beanbag on the wood or in the hole in order to get the most points. I am pretty good at it, but have been so busy lately that I haven’t been down there in a while.

“Ok, I got it. Clear your schedules, we are playing cornhole on Thursday!” I shout at the group.

I grab my phone and text Bash.

Sasha: hey I just found out my partner for the cornhole tournament has to back out. Can you fill in for him?

Bash: if he won’t mind :o)

Sasha: oh he won’t mind at all. See you Thursday. 6:30 at Myrick Park.

Bash: Can’t wait

THURSDAY CAN’T GET HERE FAST enough, until it hits me. I’m scheduled to work from four until close.
Fuck a duck!
Dustin. I will call Dustin; he will do just about anything for me when I ask, so he should have no problem covering my shift. I just can’t tell him it’s because I have a date.

I pick up the phone to call him and pause for a second.
Am I really going to take advantage of Dustin’s infatuation for me, just so I can get another guy to like me for me, and not just my nether regions?
That seems a bit mean.
Oh, who am I kidding?
I really want this, and Dustin will understand one day when he finds the right girl.

I pull up his contact number in my phone and hit call. The phone rings a few times and I start to second-guess myself again, but before I can hang up, it’s too late.

“Hey Sasha, what’s up?”

“Hi Dustin, not too much. I was just calling to see if you could cover my shift Thursday night.” I ask quickly, not wanting to drag this out.

“Is everything ok?” he asks in a concerned voice.

“Oh yeah, everything is fine. Megan’s boyfriend had to cancel on her for the cornhole tournament, and she needs a new partner,” I lie.

“Oh sure, I can cover for you. Not a problem.”

“Thank you so much, she will be so grateful. She has been looking forward to this for a few weeks and Matt sprained his wrist and can’t play.”
Why do I keep lying? This is how people get caught.

“That sucks, I hope it isn’t too bad. I have a wrist splint if he needs to borrow it,” he offers.

“Oh no, that’s ok I’m sure he will be fine in a few days. He just didn’t want to risk reinjuring it at the tournament...”
More lies, Ugh
. “Well, I should get going. I have some things I have to get done before work today.”

I end the call as quickly as I can, and feel horrible the moment it’s over. I will have to make it up to him somehow; just not by going out on date number three.

As I jump into the shower, I can’t stop thinking about Bash. I start to wonder if this will work.
Can he really see me as something other than a piece of ass? What if I’m not his only piece of ass? I thought he might’ve had a girlfriend already, but what if it’s worse? What if he has several booty call chicks? Oh for fuck’s sake, what if that is the reason he couldn’t see me for so long? He has a damn rotation he had to work me into
.

As I get out of the shower, I just want to climb back in and keep washing. Not knowing what Bash really has going on is making me feel really dirty. I finally dry off and realize I’m overreacting, and that I have no proof of any of this. I mean, he does seem like a really good guy. He did save us from George. If he was a total pig, I’m sure he would have used that opportunity to peruse me and not wait for fate to bring us to the same beach party.

I finally start to feel better, and that I may have made the whole rotation idea up in my head, especially after I call Megan. I confide in her about my crazy ides about Bash. She reminds me that this is La Crosse, not New York or Los Angeles where that shit really happens. La Crosse is just too small of a world to try and run that kind of game. Between Facebook and everyone knowing someone who knows someone, your dirty little secret would get exposed pretty quickly. I agree with her, and then call Sadie to make sure that Megan is not feeding me a line of bullshit about what she thinks I want to hear. Sadie agrees that I am bat shit crazy, and that I seem to be looking for is Ex-boyfriend nickname before I really even have any idea about what is going on with him.

After a very interesting morning, I’m finally ready for work, and am happy to have the distraction. I mean, if I had to sit in my apartment all day, I would probably go insane thinking about Bash. I fluff my boobs one more time and grab my keys before I head out the door.

As I pull into the parking lot, I’m relieved to see so many cars. For one, that means good tips, and two, time should fly by. When it’s busy on a late Saturday afternoon, then Saturday night tends to be insane.

I walk in the front door I scan the bar to see what kind of crowd it will be tonight. As I look in the back corner, I see someone familiar. I can’t really place him, but I know I have seen him before.

Oh shit
. He’s one of Bash’s friends.

WHY?
WHY CAN’T I HAVE just a normal night at work?
Now I have to worry about Bash’s friend recognizing me, and then going to Bash and reporting back.
Wait, do guys do that?
I have no idea. I think they do, but either way, I have worry about the possibility of it.
Fuck
. Ain’t nobody got time for this shit!

Hold the phone. This could actually work out for me. If he recognizes me and I give him the full-on sweet girl persona, then he will go back and tell Bash, and maybe then Bash will realize that he can’t use a sweet girl like me as a fuck buddy.
Yeah, that could work
.

I run to the back room to punch in and drop off my purse. Next stop, the bathroom; I must reel in the girls, even if my tips suffer tonight for it. I look at myself in the mirror and smile a few times to find just the right one. Then I look at myself and realize that I have gone totally bat shit crazy for this guy.
What the fuck am I thinking?
This is not me. I don’t play fucking games with guys. They either like me or they don’t; I’ve never changed myself just to make some guy like me. If I end up just being a fuck buddy to him, then I guess so be it.

The realization comes to me then that if he really
is
that kind of guy, why in the world would I want him as a boyfriend? We can just have some fun and some mind-blowing sex, and when it has run its course, then it’s done. I like hanging out with him, so if we end up on a semi-real kind of date from time to time, then great. But I’m not about to trick some guy into being my boyfriend!

I readjust the twins for maximum tipping, and make my way to the bar with my head held high. Confidence is flowing off of me in waves, and I feel like a new woman.
So hear me fucking roar!

There is nothing like having a crazy girl breakdown to reignite your inner women. The way I’m feeling now, you would think that I just entered some awesome movie scene where the main female character, yes that would be me, has a life altering epiphany while standing in the bathroom, and it changes the whole course of the movie.

That moment would be followed up by some epic music selection, starting on the jukebox. Let’s say, some AC/DC.
Thunderstruck
, perhaps. The beat picks up speed, getting me even more riled up and ready to kick some ass. There would be an epic hair flip as I turn around and slam open the door to the bathroom, all in slow motion of course, because slow motion is dramatic as hell. As I walk towards the bar to the beat of AC/DC, still in slow motion, I’m pushing ogling guys out of my way. I reach the bar and shove some guy back into his seat. He had been trying to look down my shirt, and but he falls back into a pile of his friends at the impact when I shout, “Who here needs a drink?” The people in the bar would go wild, cheering and rushing to have me serve them.

That may have been the way I felt tonight, but unfortunately the real scene was a little less dramatic, and more cringe-worthy. I slammed open the door and hit some girl by mistake, apologized profusely, then ran for the bar, tripping and nearly falling on my ass. When I finally get up to the bar, there is some jackass guy banging on it, yelling about getting another beer. I prefer my version of events, so when I tell Megan and Sadie about them tonight, that is what they are going to hear.

The bartender that was already working was kind of new, so she quickly got backed up and people were getting pissed. I told a few people to pipe down or they would get cut off, rather than another drink. That settled them down real quick. It only took about twenty minutes before everyone was happily drinking, and I was able to breathe. So of course, that is the exact moment when Bash’s friend decides he needs some refills.

I walk over to him and ask what I can get for him as I deliver a big bartender’s smile. He looks at me like he knows me, but can’t seem to place from where. He doesn’t say anything about it and just asks for three Bud Lights and three snakebite shots. I’m almost relieved that he doesn’t say anything, but at the same time, that needy girl hanging out inside of me kind of wanted him to say something so I could probe a little bit and see what information I could have gotten out of him about Bash and I.

As I hand him his drinks and give him his total, he looks at me a little harder and grabs some money out of his pocket. As he hands it over, he tells me to keep the change and smiles as he walks away
. Oh crap, is he hitting on me now?
I hope not, that would be awkward. No, I’m sorry, you can’t have my phone number. I’m currently having sex with your boy, and I don’t like to keep it in the family.

I lean over the bar to look toward the back corner where I see he is on his phone.
Oh shit
, he just looked at me.
Oh shit
, he is nodding his head and smiling at me. I smile back and push off of the bar.
Ok well, that wasn’t awkward or anything.

A little while later he comes back up to the bar, and unfortunately my co-worker is already helping someone. I walk over and smile, then ask, “You ready for another round?”

“Yeah, but this time I need four. I have another friend on the way over,” he replies.

“Sure thing, four Bud Lights and four snakebites?” I confirm.

He nods his head, and I run to grab the beers and make the shots. I wonder to myself if the friend is Bash. He knew I was working tonight, so if he was going to stop by, I would think he would have told me he would be seeing me later. Maybe it’s not him; maybe it’s another friend. Either way, I guess I will find out shortly. I finish making the drinks and bring them over to him.

“That will be eighteen dollars,” I say.

“I’m Jesse. You must be Sasha,” he says while handing me his money. “Keep the change.”

“Nice to meet you, Jesse. Yes, I am Sasha. Have we met before?” I try to play it off like I have no idea who he is.

“Bash is a friend of mine. I saw you on the beach a few weeks ago. In fact, he ditched us for you,” he tells me.

I start to blush “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for him to ditch you. It’s very nice to meet you.” I add a soft giggle and a smile. Ok, so I’m playing it a little cutesy, but whatever, I’m over it.