A cashier

John was coming back from the bar late at night, it was his way to drown his anger and frustration. Sarah had left him few days ago. She said he had no ambition. Which was bullshit, he just didn't had the ambition to get a boring 8 to 4 job just to get more money. He wanted to do something fun, to live a little, and cashier in a gas station was calm and didn't need too much responsibilities. But all she wanted was a house, kids, a fucking dog and to be pampered. Fuck her !

As he walked down the hallway of his apartment block, he crossed the path of Ashley, his neighbor. A blond bitch who couldn't keep her nose in her own stuffs. She passed next to him, scoffed and said.

"No wonder Sarah left you, you're the physical embodiment of failure."

John frowned. Who the fuck did she think she was judging him and his life like this ? She never actually work a day in her life. She was supported by her dad and then she found some rich guy to do the same.

"You... You can... talk ! You liv' on the hooks of yur sugar daddy !" He said drunkenly, pulling five bucks from his pocket. "If you... if you want money so bad... here take five bucks t'clean my dishes !"

He only did it to piss her off, but her reaction surprised him, even drunk. She angrily took the bill from his hand and walked toward his apartment.

"Fine, but quick, I have somewhere to go."

John was confused, why would she accept to do the dishes for five bucks ? Was he that drunk that he was hallucinating ? If he was, at least he could do better.

"Hey... hey..." He said, opening the door with difficulties. "How much for doing it naked ?"

Any normal person would have slapped him, but somehow she answered him honestly.

"I would take at least 20 thousands !"

Looking in his wallet, John cut her, saying.

"I have ten bucks..."

Ashley grabbed the money in his wallet and started undressing.

"Fucking shit, you really make me work for pocket money !" She growled.

But despite her complains, she got herself naked and started doing the dishes. John sat close, in shock from what he was watching.

Was it a joke ? Too weird. Was she that much in need of money ? Impossible. Was he that drunk ? Hard to say. But he enjoyed the show as it lasted. He even took a picture with his phone before she cleaned the tableware and left, still angry.

"I'm fucking late, now. Thanks to you !"

Short time after, John went to bed and fell asleep. When he woke up, with a hangover, that moment was like a fuzzy dream, until he saw the picture he set as a background on his phone.

"What the fuck ??"