Evie makes a bet with the bartender

Amanda and Evie sat down at the bar just as the game started, the insults abated as most people's turned their attention to the TV.

Sadly, it was hard to get a conversation going. Evie was too engrossed in the match. Whenever the bar cheered, she yelled. And wherever they yelled, she cheered. They were not going to make friends that night.

“Hey, bartender girl. Give me some beer, German preferably,” Evie finally turned her attention to something other than the game.

“No,” the bartender refused to sell her. “You are lucky I'm not throwing you out, girl. This place isn't for you.”

“Oye paisana,” Evie replied, wagging her finger in the bartender's face. “I know my rights. You can't refuse service to me for wearing the colors of the better team, so andalé! Give me some beer.”

“Pelotuda…” The bartender mumbled as she served a mug of beer. “Here's your mug, 15 bucks.”

“What? That's more than double what it says on your menu!”

“Yeah, you sold mine for only 7 dollars!” Amanda chimed in.

“Call it the Oktoberfest tax. So long as you are wearing German colors, you will pay German prices.”

“This is ridiculous. Come on, Evie, let's go to a real bar.” Amanda struggled to contain her smile. Yes! Finally, an excuse to leave the dump.

“No,” Evie replied, smugly leaning against the bar. “So what? Do you want me to remove my uniform, bow down and admit with tears in my eyes that Spain has the better team? Ha, keep dreaming! Germany will become the new champ.”

“Ya quisieras, you can bet your ass that Spain will win this match.”

“Oh really? Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is? Then let's play a game! You will give me a free round of drinks for every goal Germany makes.”

“Oh, big talk from the little fraulein, but tell me, are you willing to put your money where your mouth is? Are you going to pay a round for the entire bar every time Spain scores?”

“I…” Evie stood from the stool to rummage her pockets. They weren't exactly bustling with money. “Hey Amanda, mind lending me some cash?”

“No!”

“Ha! I knew it, coward.”

Well, shoot. Evie didn't have the cash to ante up, but she wasn’t about to give the señorita across the bar the satisfaction of seeing her back down. Especially when the honor of her (third-favorite) team was on the line. Time for… plan B.

Evie stared straight into the bartender's eyes. “How about this? Since my uniform offends you so much, I'll take a piece of it away if, by some miracle, Spain scores. You'd only need like three goals to get the full thing and have me naked. Deal?”

Amanda spat her drink. Was Evie betting what she thought she was betting? Without her?! She felt slightly betrayed… but also somewhat proud. She was growing up so fast…

“Yeah, you got yourself a deal. I can't wait to burn that eyesore after the match, my soon-to-be-naked idiot.”

“Wait, are you sure about this Evie?” Amanda pulled Evie away from the bar to whisper in her ear. “Didn't you say that you didn’t want to be known as Nekkid Evie anymore? What if people start taking pictures and your coworkers see them?”

Evie scoffed. “Why do you assume Spain is going to win? Besides, did you know that my boss went to work yesterday in a red bikini?”

“What?! No? Why?”

“Because she made the stupid bet that Japan was going to beat Germany, and I won. Same with Sally, Mindy, and Claudia.”

“Who are they?”

“My other coworkers who also lost their bets. Hell, HR is calling it Evie's swimsuit week on account of how many people keep losing to me. I also got free breakfasts, foot rubs, and an extra day off. I'm on a winning streak! Always bet on Germany, baby!”

“Fine, do what you want. Don't say I didn’t warn you.”