Pole tricks? Not as easy as you might think
[Does laughter really heal?]
Only Lucy could make something go so wrong. Only Lucy and her inherent clumsiness. They weren’t supposed to do the pole trick unless they’d felt comfortable doing it. The problem was, Lucy had had a few mint juleps before remembering she and Jill had stripper class and Lucy had felt comfortable trying the pole trick. It was one of those really fun ones. The kind where the girl shimmies down the pole head first and then flips and lands on her feet with her back against the pole.
Lucy had been super psyched. Even sober the week before she’d been super psyched about trying it. Jill had tried to dissuade her, being well aware of Lucy’s downfalls. However, Lucy had been persistent, as she usually was about things she wanted.
All in all, she supposed she should be lucky it wasn’t her neck she’d broken.
“Crimson. Not red,” Lucy clarified to the technician casting her arm.
“Right…this is crimson,” the technician said, indicating the red outer cast.
“No. That’s red. That’s like Georgia Bulldog Red. I want it to be Crimson. Like my thong.” She wiggled, twisting to the side so that she could tug down the waistband of her yoga shorts and show the tech the Alabama Crimson Tide thong she was wearing. “Also, crimson would be the color you’re blushing right now,” she pointed out to the tech with a grin.
“We can’t-I mean…if you want red this is all we’ve got,” the technician stumbled over his words.
Lucy made a face and stuck out her tongue. “Fiiiiiiiiiiine just make it white. Jilly and I will paint it Crimson.”
“We don’t-you shouldn’t-what I mean is we don’t advise you do that,” the tech said as he started to wrap the outer layer around the cast. “You’ll have to come back in six weeks and let us remove the cast.”
Lucy knew it’d take about half that time for her to heal. In fact, she’d probably be cast free for the Iron Bowl in three weeks. Slayer healing was the bomb; particularly for someone as clumsy and accident prone as Lucy. She’d have Angel take the cast off and the hospital could just wonder what happened to her.
“I get pain pills, right?” Lucy asked as she hopped off the table.
“Yeah, the doctor wrote a prescription for them Are you in pain right now?”
“Nope, I’m all kinds of shiny right now. Shot. In the ass. He liked my thong,” Lucy beamed as she flounced out the door, nearly tripping over her own feet, bursting into laughter that echoed off the walls as she did.
“How did you do this again?” the tech asks, catching her around the shoulders.
“Turns out pole tricks, not as easy as they look.”
Only Lucy could make something go so wrong. Only Lucy and her inherent clumsiness. They weren’t supposed to do the pole trick unless they’d felt comfortable doing it. The problem was, Lucy had had a few mint juleps before remembering she and Jill had stripper class and Lucy had felt comfortable trying the pole trick. It was one of those really fun ones. The kind where the girl shimmies down the pole head first and then flips and lands on her feet with her back against the pole.
Lucy had been super psyched. Even sober the week before she’d been super psyched about trying it. Jill had tried to dissuade her, being well aware of Lucy’s downfalls. However, Lucy had been persistent, as she usually was about things she wanted.
All in all, she supposed she should be lucky it wasn’t her neck she’d broken.
“Crimson. Not red,” Lucy clarified to the technician casting her arm.
“Right…this is crimson,” the technician said, indicating the red outer cast.
“No. That’s red. That’s like Georgia Bulldog Red. I want it to be Crimson. Like my thong.” She wiggled, twisting to the side so that she could tug down the waistband of her yoga shorts and show the tech the Alabama Crimson Tide thong she was wearing. “Also, crimson would be the color you’re blushing right now,” she pointed out to the tech with a grin.
“We can’t-I mean…if you want red this is all we’ve got,” the technician stumbled over his words.
Lucy made a face and stuck out her tongue. “Fiiiiiiiiiiine just make it white. Jilly and I will paint it Crimson.”
“We don’t-you shouldn’t-what I mean is we don’t advise you do that,” the tech said as he started to wrap the outer layer around the cast. “You’ll have to come back in six weeks and let us remove the cast.”
Lucy knew it’d take about half that time for her to heal. In fact, she’d probably be cast free for the Iron Bowl in three weeks. Slayer healing was the bomb; particularly for someone as clumsy and accident prone as Lucy. She’d have Angel take the cast off and the hospital could just wonder what happened to her.
“I get pain pills, right?” Lucy asked as she hopped off the table.
“Yeah, the doctor wrote a prescription for them Are you in pain right now?”
“Nope, I’m all kinds of shiny right now. Shot. In the ass. He liked my thong,” Lucy beamed as she flounced out the door, nearly tripping over her own feet, bursting into laughter that echoed off the walls as she did.
“How did you do this again?” the tech asks, catching her around the shoulders.
“Turns out pole tricks, not as easy as they look.”