The trio stepped out of the taxi and made their way up through the lobby of a well-appointed apartment building. Julie was giggling and clinging to Rooster’s arm as Samantha fumbled around in her bag for the keys. Samantha started to giggle as well by time she finally found them and opened the door. Rooster quickly spied the bar and made his way over, casually dropping Julie off at the sofa on his way. “Would you ladies like another drink?” offered Rooster. Samantha dropped her bag and coat to the floor and stalked towards Rooster.
“Oh I don’t know about that, I think I’d rather have something else…” she said huskily, grabbing his arm and pulling herself up against it.
“Now, now ladies, no need to rush things, there’s always time for another drink. “
Samantha pushed Rooster down onto the couch next to Julie, who promptly started to crawl into his lap. “Oh, I wasn’t planning on rushing, not with what I’ve got planned,” breathed Samantha as she settled down next to him. Julie reached over and started to slide loose his tie while Samantha started to run her fingers through his hair.
Rooster stood, gently disentangling himself from the two ladies. “My my, aren’t we eager? We may as well head to the bedroom, then, don’t you think?”
Samantha smiled, “Now you’re speaking my language. She and Julie herded Rooster into the bedroom, pulling at his clothes along the way.
***
Rooster awoke on yet another unfamiliar couch, staring blearily at a strange ceiling. He sighed as he sat up and stretched. The sun had not yet begun to stir and the apartment was still dark. He stood, groggily stretching and made his way towards the bedroom, pausing in front of a mirror to preen. Satisfied he continued on and opened the door. The girls were lying in bed, fully clothed, just as he left them the night before. Samantha was snoring slightly. Rooster shook his head solemnly and shut the door with a quiet click. “Hell, I don’t even regret it anymore, not even a little…” he muttered as he headed for the bar. He poured himself a drink and walked over to the apartment’s eastern facing windows. Every dwelling he ever stayed at invariably had them. The drink in his hand slowly collected condensation as it sat undisturbed. Finally, the sun began its ascent and Rooster raised the glass in greeting, “Mornin’ sunshine,” before downing the contents in a single swallow. He set the glass down in the kitchen, gathered his coat, and let himself out.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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