Billy Drabble
For: _call_me_snake_
Warning Billy is kind of an asshole in this drabble, but good hearted drunk asshole.
Takes place: Roughly a week and a half after Billy's 21st birthday.
Where's Snake? Oh there he is. There's an empty stool with my name on it.
Billy finds Snake at the bar in front of the stage and slides on the stool, clearly trying to play it cool. He's been 21 for all of a week and a half and hasn't quite solidified his bar room persona, nor has he yet accepted the idea that one is not necessarily needed. Snake nods at him, regarding him with the slightest hint of a smile. Snake greets him and is quick to buy him a glass of Whiskey which Billy drinks far too fast. A scantily clad waitress brings him another seconds later, which he also downs fast. Once again it is replenished. Snake and Billy chat about current events in their lives until Billy's attention is diverted when he gets a face full of breasts from a dancer. He reaches out and caresses her chest, pushing 2 dollars down her cleavage.
Whoa, big tits. Big tits Real ones too. I think. Maybe. She's kinda cute too but can you really call a woman with tits like that cute? If I was sober I'd totally notice her face. Maybe. Damn. I hope Snake can drive me home. I'm not calling Hope to pick me up from here. Maybe Gordo if he doesn't get too distracted.
After another whiskey and two jack and cokes, Billy can vaguely hear Snake telling him to slow down somewhere in the back of his mind. A redheaded dancer twirls on a pole and the room claps. She slides onto Billy's lap and proceeds to swivel her hips in a lap dance. Billy grins drunkenly and slides way too much money in her g-string. He winks at Snake, feeling cool. Snake responds by chuckling and rolling his eye.
Hey look at me, William, with a woman on my lap. A sexy lady. She's not as hot as my girlfriend but this is pretty cool. There's gotta be a dozen guys sitting here and she chose my lap to sit on. Way til I tell the guys. Hey they'd like it here. Maybe I should bring them. It must take a lot of practice to dance like this or on those poles. I'd fall on my head. Ouch.
The night continues with more of the same until Snake actually has to stop Billy from giving all his cash to the dancers. He's probably out 50 or 60 bucks by the end of the night and has Snake to thank for finally cutting him off. Billy will laugh when he remembers this tomorrow. Hopefully.
Warning Billy is kind of an asshole in this drabble, but good hearted drunk asshole.
Takes place: Roughly a week and a half after Billy's 21st birthday.
Where's Snake? Oh there he is. There's an empty stool with my name on it.
Billy finds Snake at the bar in front of the stage and slides on the stool, clearly trying to play it cool. He's been 21 for all of a week and a half and hasn't quite solidified his bar room persona, nor has he yet accepted the idea that one is not necessarily needed. Snake nods at him, regarding him with the slightest hint of a smile. Snake greets him and is quick to buy him a glass of Whiskey which Billy drinks far too fast. A scantily clad waitress brings him another seconds later, which he also downs fast. Once again it is replenished. Snake and Billy chat about current events in their lives until Billy's attention is diverted when he gets a face full of breasts from a dancer. He reaches out and caresses her chest, pushing 2 dollars down her cleavage.
Whoa, big tits. Big tits Real ones too. I think. Maybe. She's kinda cute too but can you really call a woman with tits like that cute? If I was sober I'd totally notice her face. Maybe. Damn. I hope Snake can drive me home. I'm not calling Hope to pick me up from here. Maybe Gordo if he doesn't get too distracted.
After another whiskey and two jack and cokes, Billy can vaguely hear Snake telling him to slow down somewhere in the back of his mind. A redheaded dancer twirls on a pole and the room claps. She slides onto Billy's lap and proceeds to swivel her hips in a lap dance. Billy grins drunkenly and slides way too much money in her g-string. He winks at Snake, feeling cool. Snake responds by chuckling and rolling his eye.
Hey look at me, William, with a woman on my lap. A sexy lady. She's not as hot as my girlfriend but this is pretty cool. There's gotta be a dozen guys sitting here and she chose my lap to sit on. Way til I tell the guys. Hey they'd like it here. Maybe I should bring them. It must take a lot of practice to dance like this or on those poles. I'd fall on my head. Ouch.
The night continues with more of the same until Snake actually has to stop Billy from giving all his cash to the dancers. He's probably out 50 or 60 bucks by the end of the night and has Snake to thank for finally cutting him off. Billy will laugh when he remembers this tomorrow. Hopefully.