Barkeep, Part II

It was almost closing time when she came in. A blonde with blue eyes, fake tits, and a fake ass to match. She was almost in tears when she came in, sitting down at the bar and asking for the hard stuff. Antoine obliged.

"What's wrong, pretty lady?" Antoine asked.

"My husband ... Jamie. We're broke. He tried to do some dumb real estate deal and ... and we're broke," she said, collapsing onto the bar, her body heaving with sobs.

"Jesus, baby, I'm sorry," Antoine said, coming around the bar and wrapping his arm around the blonde bimbo. "I know what that is like."

"I'm only twenty," she said, continuing to cry. "I shouldn't be dealing with this shit. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know you just want to close up and go home. I'm Kelly, by the way."

"Antoine," he responded.

"I think I've seen you before. Jaime took me to one of your restaurants," Kelly said, wiping her eyes.

"Yeah, that went as well as your man's real estate deal," Antoine responded sadly.

"Man. More like a boy. Small dicked motherfucker. The least he could do is keep me financially secure," she spat vindictively. Antoine refilled her drink, listening to the blonde bimbo's misfortunes, and thinking about what could be.