Girl Walks Into a Bar Page #8

without it being awkward.

How's everyone doing over here?

- Another round?

- No.

Sure, my treat

Emmet, you really don't have to do that.

I'm sorry I insulted you, man.

Hey, it happens

Have we met?

Uh, I don't know, maybe.

- You a dancer?

- Here we go.

- Yes.

- Exotic.

Yes

I think I've gotten lapped by you.

Emmet has a photographic

memory of every exotic dancer

east of the 405

Now, now, now, let's not exaggerate.

Welcome to paradise.

Emmet, Teri's going

through some stuff right now

and I really, as much as

I appreciate the gesture,

I need some alone time

with her and her brother.

Her brother?

No disrespect.

All righty, that'll be $16 even.

Okay, let me get this.

Why don't I get this?

No, no, no, no, I insist.

Okay

You can keep it

Thank you

You know, we gotta

get going anyways.

No, no, stay

I'll get out of your hair.

You guys, drink in peace

I said what I came to say.

You look like a million

bucks, Detective Driver.

I guess that's that.

That is that.

You guys can go

Why don't you come with us?

Where?

There's an after hours,

starts in a few minutes.

Ah, no, I'm done for the night.

The night hasn't even started.

You guys are really going

somewhere else right now?

We haven't even danced yet.

Can't call it a night out

without a little dancing.

What do you say, Francine?

Lei's get out of here

This place is crawling with cops.

I have something for you.

What?

- You are a son of a b*tch.

- I didn't look at it.

- Right.

- I swear to God.

You look like an atheist to me.

Oh, no, I'm a believer.

I knew what it was

right away, but I figured

if I looked at it, it

would wreck my chances.

Of What?

I've been trying to get the

nerve to ask you all night.

I want you to pose

for me, for a portrait.

Why me?

You have this intangible quality.

Try harder

I'm cursed by the blossoming

knowledge of my feminine ideal

and she looks suspiciously like you.

That's not bad

It's pretty good, you mean.

Not a total waste?

How about the truth?

The truth is you're not my usual type.

And what's your usual type?

Gaunt, fashionable and dumb

with a big, square Appalachian ass

and obsessed with country music.

Jesus

Will you at least consider it?

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