It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from The Barkeep and the Bookseller, Campo Royale #3.
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
The girls fell into a rapid fire discussion at such a high pitch several dogs in the neighborhood began howling. I tried to cut in several times but the fashion talk was running to fevered to be polite about things. I reached for the bar gun and aimed it at Gigi. Her eyes went wide. Silence fell.
“Thanks. So like I was trying to say an hour ago, I know I’m not a queen here or anything but how do I go about requesting a night off?”
Everyone gaped at me. I stood up a little taller.
“You have to discuss all unscheduled days off with the manager,” Sitka finally replied, her slim eyebrows knotted above the top of her sequined glasses.
I looked at Clarice who was only half made-up still. “Can I have tomorrow night off? I already asked Razz to cover for me and he was fine with it but I wanted to clear it or whatever procedure was required.” It was obvious that I rarely if ever took a night off.
“Oh, well, of course. Is everything alright, pumpkin? Titi, Mom, and Paloma are alright?” Clarice asked. The girls all exchange worried looks.
“They’re fine. I’m taking Jagger out to dinner tomorrow night. Well, as soon as I find a place that not’s super expensive but still nice and romantic.”
A shriek from the queens rose to the fans whirring away up near the ceiling. I knew I should have done this back in Sitka’s office but the girls were all late. Hell, some of them were still letting their faces cook and the doors were about to open so…yeah.
“Oh my Gods I knew it!”
“You two are so gorge together!”
“Oh, this is true tea!”
The comments flew fast and furiously until Sitka asked me for the bar gun. Nothing was more terrifying that a shot of seltzer in the mug. All that neatly applied makeup running down your face? The stuff of nightmares for our queens to be sure.
Susanne Matthews says
Love the way he got their attention! A blast of soda in the face wouldn’t be pleasant. Well done.
Jean C. Joachim says
So fun and so hilarious! Threatening with the bar gun is brilliant! Yes, that would be worse than taking a bullet. Having one’s makeup job running down the face would cause incredible hysteria!! Great job.
Flossie Benton Rogers says
Cute clever entertaining excerpt!
Very cool- I love the ethos of the group!
Trisha Faye says
What a way to get their attention! Great scene.