The Pink Giraffe wasn’t the kind of place I’d
normally go, even on a dare. But my boss was insistent that I get this story.
“So
how’d you get this gig?”She sat across from me in black hooker boots, plastic cutlass, eye patch, bandana and nothing else.
She gave me a crooked smile. “On a dare. My roommate said I was too chicken to even try to dance. So I decided to go for it. Ironic Halloween is my first night.”
“What song did you pick?”
“Cherry Pie by Warrant.”
I nodded and glanced at the clock bored already.
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