She approached his office. If rent wasn’t going to be short this month, she wouldn’t even be here. This was the only promotion where the ring card girls doubled as waitresses.
A cloud of cheap cigar smoke grew thicker with each step.
“Hey toots. Go squeeze that adorable ass into these.”
She grabbed the shorts and mumbled on her way out, “Fucking troglodyte.”
“I’m making some money tonight.”
Tips were decent enough. The promoter, on the other hand, wanted to pay her evening’s wages with gift cards.
“What kind of shit is this?”
Her boyfriend was on the way…
Word Count: 95
Prompted from Weekend Writing Prompt at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/12/26/weekend-writing-prompt-189-troglodyte/.
Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day at: https://mmastorytime.com/2020/12/26/mma-storytimes-word-of-the-day-gift-cards/.