Barkeep, Finale

Antoine polished off the last glass. Fifteen minutes until closing time. Business was good at the Folly, and he was actually earning enough to pay his bills. But the last customer had left a few minutes ago, and he was looking forward to going home.

The door opened. Antoine recognized her as a stripper from Sugar's. She had large breasts, a large ass, but was still fit. Her ebony skin was flawless.

"What'll you have?" he asked her. She sniffled. Something was clearly bothering her.

"Just something hard," she said. "Stupid white bitch."

"What happened?" Antoine asked.

"I used to be the prize girl. Motherfuckers out the door for me. Shacked up with the big man. And then she came along. Bitch took my perch. Took my man," she said, looking down into her drink.

"Yeah. I know what you mean, kind of. I had this white bitch. Took her from her ex-husband. Fucked up. Lost her. Lost her to the streets. Ain't even seen her in ages," Antoine said.

"Sorry," Shanequa said quietly. Both of them shared a drink together before closing, one cursing Elizabeth in her head, the other missing her. Neither of them knowing they were focused on the same woman.