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I hold up my newly made drink. A little Jack and Coke is good for the soul.
I am joined by the three other sirens who share my quest for wealth and happiness. I giggle as I give an informal toast,
" I'm in! The wealthy men of Roswell ain't gonna know what hit em'"
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OOC: Emmy, Max wasn't acting orinally. But that was a good idea, so let's keep it. Besides, the more I think about it the more I realze how HORRIBLE it would be if Max went on call drunk.
<<<Max>>>
“I see your aspirations to become an actor have not quite died. Alex, actually thought you were plastered” Kyle laughs as he walks over to the sink. “I don’t go back on call until 2:00am. That’s like…hours from now. That was classic, the look on Alex’s face....priceless”.
I laugh at my own self. Alex was so easy.
“So, we still on for this weekend?”
I nod my head in the affirmative as I wash my hands. “Yeah, we’re still on. That is if I don’t have to check in on Mrs. Wilson.” I say laughing.
“Man, does she really have bleeding ulcers?” Kyle asks me in a non believing tone.
“No. Mrs. Wilson is a twenty-two year old model that had to come in today for a routine checkup. Hell, she’s the healthiest patent that I have, actually.” I say as I wipe dry my hands.
“So what? Do you think I should let old Al in on the secrete?" I ask Kyle.
“Yeah, put him out of his misery.” He said following me out of the bathroom. “He’s all worried about whether or not you drove over her."
I laugh as we exit, and head back to the bar.
“So gentlemen,” I saw without slurring a single word. I come up to my seat and sit on my bar stool properly. “What are we doing tonight. That is until I have to go back on call?" I say laughing. Then Paul places another drink in front of me.
“Oh no.” I say waving the drink away. “Two’s my limit. What would it look like if I were to come to work drunk?” I ask as if the sound of such a thing was appalling.
I would never date someone who makes less money then I do, I mean they have to make waaay over the amount I bring in before I'll even consider them so someone who makes less then me is just on my list of no no's. Not even if those guys are hot, I mean looks aren't everything so that won't even be in the equation if they make enough money I'll still date them whether they look like Brad Pitt or the monkey I saw in the zoo last week.
Of course that means I'll work them even faster for thier money and the minimum of being seen out is twice, I know that's shallow but what do you expect, I use men for their money.
Yeah, we’re still on. That is if I don’t have to check in on Mrs. Wilson. Max says laughing his agreement of our golf game this weekend, though I’m pretty sure these plans will change. Every time we make arrangements to play, he always manages to be paged back to the hospital. But, such is the life of the most sought after MD in the country.
”Man, does she really have bleeding ulcers?” I ask Max seriously.
No. Mrs. Wilson is a twenty-two year old model that had to come in today for a routine checkup. Hell, she’s the healthiest patent that I have, actually. he answers as he dries his hand. So what? Do you think I should let old Al in on the secrete? he adds.
“Yeah, put him out of his misery.” I say following him out of the bathroom. “He’s all worried about whether or not you drove over here."
So gentlemen, what are we doing tonight. That is until I have to go back on call? Max asks as Paulie gives him another drink Oh no, two’s my limit. What would it look like if I were to come to work drunk? Max says in an mock appall.
Ha ha, One day, you gonna mess with the wrong guy and I own't help you when you get a well deserved beating, Max. Alex says and I can’t help but laugh.
"I thought it was funny." I say.
Alex quickly changes the subject Didn't there a new club open a few days ago? Michael, have you heard anything about it? Alex asks looking at Michael.
Michael is the king of the underground and above ground club world. Even though he won’t admit it. I’m pretty up on my club openings but Michael leaves me in the dust. The girls go crazy over Guerin. His cool, I don’t give a fuck demeanor drives the chicks hog wild, er... I mean nuts. If anyone knows about a new club its him.
I look back at Alex shrewdly as I take Max’s refused drink from Paulie’s hand and say“You lookin to ge laid, Whit?”
“You lookin to get laid, Whit?” Kyle asks Alex after taking my drink.
“Ha!” I say slapping my hand down on the bar. “Now Kyle, Alex is a responsible adult. He doesn’t get laid. He ‘Engages in the sum of the structural, functional, and behavioral characteristics of living things that are involved in reproduction by two interacting persons and that of distinguished males and females’ But he does not get laid”
I love to tease Alex about how professional and responsible he is. Even when we were in high school. It’s just not in his nature to debauch like the rest of us.Straightforwardly, he’s a nerd. But I'm lucky that my friend Alex is able to take a joke. Other wise I think we would have fought a long time ago. I would have kicked his ass, but we would have faught all the same.
“Yeah, Dork, you looking to hook up with some beautiful rocket-scientist that finds the topic of whether or not the CPU is stronger in a blablabla bla bla bla! Computer science computers computers computers, Microsoft, IBM, Apple, Dell?”
“Yeah, Dork, you looking to hook up with some beautiful rocket-scientist that finds the topic of whether or not the CPU is stronger in a blablabla bla bla bla! Computer science computers computers computers, Microsoft, IBM, Apple, Dell?”
Sigh, sometimes, it's really hard to like Max.
"Come on, if Naomi Campell and Heidi Klum have sex with Flavio Briattore, then I can surely get any girl in a club here. Besides, who says the chicks only like you because of your looks, Dr. Evans?"
He knows I'm right, after all, we all got to meet some *ladies* who thought that bedding us would lead them to being rich.
"Not to forget Max, for some reason, models seem to find the nerdy type cute for some reason." After all, my last two girlfriends ... well, ... the two women I went out with for a while were models. Probably still are. "Hm, maybe I should do something wild for once. Like ... fucking in the ladies' bathroom."
Kyle immediately spills his drink in surprise when he hears that and I can't help but grin. Got him!
(Oh goodness guys, I am so sorry. My power was out all day and we just recently got it back then when I tried coming on here, it said the site was down. Thanks for filling in for me!)
~Michael~
"A little fucking in the bathroom does a body good. Especially if you can get them up against the urinal. Talk about erotic." I smirk at the memories.
Thinking for a minute about the question I was asked I crunched up my eyebrows.
I was going to answer about the club but the conversation got off track in a hurry. Standing up and grabbing his jacket, I put it on and walked to the end of the bar.
"Hey Paulie, you made up you mind yet?"
"You really want this place Guerin?"
"Yeah, I really want this place. Besides, it's not like you enjoy being here."
"Alright Michael, come in tomorrow. We'll get it settled." He said shrugging his shoulders and grinning. I had never owned a bar before but had loved this place for years and like I said, it wasn't like Paulie enjoyed it. He'd hated the place for as long as I'd loved it.
Walking back over to the group, I look down at where they're sitting.
"You guys coming or am I going to the new club myself? If it's anything like I've heard, none of us are going without tonight." I say raising my eyebrows and waiting for their responses.
"You guys coming or am I going to the new club myself? If it's anything like I've heard, none of us are going without tonight." Michael suggest with a smug look.
I guess that's his way of saying, 'Yes, I know about the new club.'
"Good to know Michael, but after Leanna, I don't think I'm in the mood for anything." God, I really liked Leanna, blonde, blue eyes, great body and sense of humor and of course, she likes money and fitness trainers as I found out later.
I shake my head a bit while standing up and putting some money on the table for all of the drinks we guys consumed.
"Thanks man." Michael tells me grinning.
"You are welcome, besides, I don't intend to pay anymore when you owe this place." I grin back at him.
‘Aw come on Allie. It’ll be fun. Besides what have you got better to do? I’ve got about a hundred things that need doing more than I need to go to some club, but am I going to do them? No. I’m going to leave them till tomorrow, and go out tonight and have fun. Hell, I may even get drunk for real.”
That’s actually really unlikely. And I probably will spend the whole night worrying about my neglected work, but I’ll say anything to get Alex to come with us, he needs to loosen up. I don’t think he’s been out on one date since he and Leanne broke up.
“Besides weren’t you the on talking about hooking up tonight. And in the ladies bathroom no less. I always new you had a little freak in you.”
I get up off of my stool and stand next to Michael. “You know those are some pretty heavy words Whit, are you going to follow through?” I dare more than ask him. I swere I think one day Alex may actually kill me.
