Post by yolanda7g on Jul 14, 2011 16:15:41 GMT -5
“Man, look at this place!” Faustus said tugging his jacket as he walked into the very high class, VIP bar. Located at the top of one of NYC’s sky scrapers, the place was a beauty. Mostly because of the beautiful women walking around. His eyes couldn’t help but trail the path that the butt of one woman passing them by was making, as she held a glass of champagne. She was almost as tall as James was, with legs like he’d never seen before, her hips doing a little popping and locking just while she walked. And when he looked around it was clear there were other models just like her, just waiting to have some guy like Faustus come and make their night.
And he was in a pretty good mood because he already had a couple of drinks at the last place they went to. So now he was really ready to party. A few more drinks and he’d be good to go.
Turning around to Damien, he said, “Man you weren’t lying when you said this place had it going on.” In a more discreet voice, under his breath he said, “Are you seeing the girls up in here? If there is a God, he’d be a fool not to make heaven just like this.” Another girl caught his eye, and his gaze followed her once again but this time he grinned and waved at her. “Hi, cutie,” he said shamelessly.
He then looked back at Damien, “Come on, lets make our presence known at the bar.” He went right over to it, not waiting for Damien to answer. “Mr. Bartender, my name is Dr. James Faustus, best damn doctor up in this city and you know what? I got where I am with hard work and it’s a damn shame everyone in here probably work just as hard and can’t catch a break from haters trying to bring them down, am I right?” he shouted loud enough for the bar to her. With a dramatic pause he shouted, “Free shots for everybody! You get one, you get one,” he pointed to the bartender. “Hell even you get one! Oprah ain’t the only one who can work giveaways!”
He took his shot and turned to Damien and lifted up towards him for a toast. “To the fast lane,” he said with a grin.
And he was in a pretty good mood because he already had a couple of drinks at the last place they went to. So now he was really ready to party. A few more drinks and he’d be good to go.
Turning around to Damien, he said, “Man you weren’t lying when you said this place had it going on.” In a more discreet voice, under his breath he said, “Are you seeing the girls up in here? If there is a God, he’d be a fool not to make heaven just like this.” Another girl caught his eye, and his gaze followed her once again but this time he grinned and waved at her. “Hi, cutie,” he said shamelessly.
He then looked back at Damien, “Come on, lets make our presence known at the bar.” He went right over to it, not waiting for Damien to answer. “Mr. Bartender, my name is Dr. James Faustus, best damn doctor up in this city and you know what? I got where I am with hard work and it’s a damn shame everyone in here probably work just as hard and can’t catch a break from haters trying to bring them down, am I right?” he shouted loud enough for the bar to her. With a dramatic pause he shouted, “Free shots for everybody! You get one, you get one,” he pointed to the bartender. “Hell even you get one! Oprah ain’t the only one who can work giveaways!”
He took his shot and turned to Damien and lifted up towards him for a toast. “To the fast lane,” he said with a grin.
