Part VII:
“Do I look like some sort of chicky?” Lesley responded back, thwarted by the assumption Jiggle had made in offering her a mojito. Really, he just found that such a large majority of females enjoyed the drink that he would save himself the effort of conversation. “I will have a Wild Turkey, neat.”
Set right back down into his loafers, Jiggle spun around, grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured her a double, with the words, “It’s on the house.”
Almost immediately after Jiggle had poired the whiskey, Lesley grabbed the glass with both hands, raised it to her lips and consumed all of the liquid in one giant swallow. As the alcohol burned her esophagus, she scrunched her face together and let out a deep breath. “Thanks for the free drink,” Lesley boasted. “Now pour me a real double.”
Jiggle couldn’t help but be entertained by Lesley. He had gotten so used to the people he could see right through. There seemed to be something unique and interesting about her. So much so, in fact, that he began to think of how he could get together with her when he got off work.
To be continued…
