"I don't know. My mom always told me wine would make me do stupid things I didn't wanna do."
Frankie rolled her eyes a bit at the apparent mama's boy. "Look, I drink it, and I mean every word I say. Just don't get sloppy drunk, that's all."
"Well...."
"Yo, hostess! A glass of red wine for my 'date' here!" The glass arrived instantly.
"Wow. They got great service here!"
"Well, yeah! They better for 700 bucks a glass." Mac came this close to shrieking.
"S-s-s-700!!!? I don't have that kind of money!!" Frankie laughed. Mac noticed her high-B-cup breasts jiggling, then quickly looked away, embarrassed, though not unhappy about seeing them.
"Just messin' with ya! It's gratis." Mac looked blankly at her. "Free?"
"Oh, free! Sorry, we haven't gotten to that word in English class yet."
"You're still in school?"
Mac saw an opportunity to not drink the wine. Not because he was opposed to it himself, but his upbringing had kind of engraved it into his head that wine was bad.
"Yes! I'm underage, so I guess the wine's your's."
"How old are you?"
"Eight..TEEN!! 18!"
"I thought this was for 21 and up."
"I kinda sorta...lied on the registration."
Frankie leaned forward. Mac couldn't help glancing at her cleavage. She winked at him. "It'll be our secret, ok? Drink up, I won't tell anyone."
Mac swallowed hard and picked up the glass. He sipped the wine.
FIVE MINUTES LATER!!!
Seven empty glasses surrounded Mac on the table, and two more were at his feet. He was now officially wasted.
"'Ey, Frankie?" She raised an eyebrow. He paused. "Yer hot!" Then he burst out laughing. Frankie chuckled at him.
'Teenage boys are so dumb. Give 'em anything and tell them it's wine, and they become goofy idiots. But then I get to sit back and watch the placebo effect in action.'
"Oh, I am, am I?"
"Hell yeah! Yer about the hottest girl I ever knew! But that's not so weird. I mean most of the girls I know are all young and shit. Not that yer not young, but these girls....*he whistles* too young for my blood, y'know what i'm sayin'?"
"Oh, yeah, I know what you're saying."
"You, though. You're jus' about right for me. Hey!! Maybe we should ditch this place and go on a real date! It'll be great! We'll go out, we'll have sommore wine, go to the fair or something. We'll leave Bloo back at Foster's so he won't ruin it. For us."
"You mean Blootina?"
"Who? Oh, yeah, her." Mac snickered. "Yeah, we'll leave 'Blootina' at 'Foster's Heating and Cooling and All That Other Jazz'." He laughed so hard he nearly fell out of his chair.
"Y'know, you remind me of someone."
"Oh, yeah? Whozzat?"
"This kid who always comes into my work."
"'Ze botherin' you?! Cuz I'll...i'll...i'll KICK HIS BUTT, iz what i'll do!!"
"No, no. He's pretty cool, for a kid. He looks a lot like what you probably did as a kid." |