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receding and she wouldn’t have the cash to bring it back up, but for some weird reason she didn’t care.
It wasn’t long before the roughneck crowd actually did begin to roll in, and the bar became very loud and busy. Jessup had raised the volume on the jukebox to match the crowd, and also to attract any wandering roughnecks walking by. ‘ Drunks naturally migrate towards loud music like flies to cow-pies’ , he would sometimes say.
After Jessup raised the volume, Tarra could no longer make out what the two jackasses were saying anymore, and this angered her. She felt like she would be vindicated once the roughnecks discovered some outsider city-trash salmon-chasers in their bar, and a confrontation would ensue. She wanted to be able to hear it. She couldn’t wait!
Unfortunately, once again, Tarra became disappointed as several roughnecks made their way to the jackasses’ table and shook hands with them and made conversation. She couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other, and it was also getting harder to watch them as the bar filled up with more people, including a couple women, who were also making their way to the jackasses’ table. What angered her most though, was that several of the roughnecks had gone to the bar and brought them back drinks, and even did shots with them! Outrageous!
Tarra angrily stewed in her own juices. You’ve got to be kidding me, right? These two city-boy jackasses are waving twenty-dollar bills around like toilet paper and you roughneck morons are buying THEM drinks?
After she observed two older crab fishermen that she personally knew buy the two jackasses a round of Jaeger-bombs, she called them over to her corner of the bar, which to her disgust, was still vacant. Nobody was sitting by her. Nobody was talking to her. She had been alone all afternoon and into the evening. Suddenly, she came to a realization that she was not wearing makeup, her hair was unkempt and a little greasy from not being washed (she had been out all night, previously) and her eyes were bloodshot from very little sleep. Even in that condition, however, she was still somewhat attractive, and was normally at least flirted with. She told herself that maybe it was still just early.
Once her fishermen friends had fought their way through the crowd to her area, they each gave her a quick hug and sat down.
“What’s goin’ on, darlin?” One of them asked.
Tarra took a deep breath to bide her anger before she spoke to them. “I’m just curious, why in the name of all that’s holy, did you two buy those jackasses over there drinks?”
The two old men laughed, “Oh, honey, you must not have talked to them yet, have you? Those are two sailors from that navy ship that pulled in yesterday. They just finished up an eight-month deployment in the Persian Gulf and they’re one more stop away from home. Everett, Washington, I think they said.”
Tarra suddenly felt really embarrassed at that moment, and all the heated color in her face flushed to pale. She had mis-judged them severely.
One of the crab fishermen added, “You want a Jaeger-bomb, too? We don’t wanna make you feel jealous, Butterfly, you’ll always be our favorite drinkin’ buddy!”
Tarra cocked her head and smirked at them, “Well, you know I can’t turn that down!”
It all made sense to Tarra at that point, as she gulped down the delicious mixture of Jaegermeister and Red Bull. In any other instance these oil workers and fishermen would have harassed the hell out of those two city slickers – right out of the bar!
As Motley Crue wailed “ Without You ” from the jukebox, Tarra watched as the two sailors sang the song to each other, loudly. “You’re the reason the sun shines down, and the nights, they don’t grow cold. Only you that I’ll hold when I’m young, only you, as we grow old.” Pulling that type of gay-ass shit in that bar would normally
It wasn’t long before the roughneck crowd actually did begin to roll in, and the bar became very loud and busy. Jessup had raised the volume on the jukebox to match the crowd, and also to attract any wandering roughnecks walking by. ‘ Drunks naturally migrate towards loud music like flies to cow-pies’ , he would sometimes say.
After Jessup raised the volume, Tarra could no longer make out what the two jackasses were saying anymore, and this angered her. She felt like she would be vindicated once the roughnecks discovered some outsider city-trash salmon-chasers in their bar, and a confrontation would ensue. She wanted to be able to hear it. She couldn’t wait!
Unfortunately, once again, Tarra became disappointed as several roughnecks made their way to the jackasses’ table and shook hands with them and made conversation. She couldn’t make out what they were saying to each other, and it was also getting harder to watch them as the bar filled up with more people, including a couple women, who were also making their way to the jackasses’ table. What angered her most though, was that several of the roughnecks had gone to the bar and brought them back drinks, and even did shots with them! Outrageous!
Tarra angrily stewed in her own juices. You’ve got to be kidding me, right? These two city-boy jackasses are waving twenty-dollar bills around like toilet paper and you roughneck morons are buying THEM drinks?
After she observed two older crab fishermen that she personally knew buy the two jackasses a round of Jaeger-bombs, she called them over to her corner of the bar, which to her disgust, was still vacant. Nobody was sitting by her. Nobody was talking to her. She had been alone all afternoon and into the evening. Suddenly, she came to a realization that she was not wearing makeup, her hair was unkempt and a little greasy from not being washed (she had been out all night, previously) and her eyes were bloodshot from very little sleep. Even in that condition, however, she was still somewhat attractive, and was normally at least flirted with. She told herself that maybe it was still just early.
Once her fishermen friends had fought their way through the crowd to her area, they each gave her a quick hug and sat down.
“What’s goin’ on, darlin?” One of them asked.
Tarra took a deep breath to bide her anger before she spoke to them. “I’m just curious, why in the name of all that’s holy, did you two buy those jackasses over there drinks?”
The two old men laughed, “Oh, honey, you must not have talked to them yet, have you? Those are two sailors from that navy ship that pulled in yesterday. They just finished up an eight-month deployment in the Persian Gulf and they’re one more stop away from home. Everett, Washington, I think they said.”
Tarra suddenly felt really embarrassed at that moment, and all the heated color in her face flushed to pale. She had mis-judged them severely.
One of the crab fishermen added, “You want a Jaeger-bomb, too? We don’t wanna make you feel jealous, Butterfly, you’ll always be our favorite drinkin’ buddy!”
Tarra cocked her head and smirked at them, “Well, you know I can’t turn that down!”
It all made sense to Tarra at that point, as she gulped down the delicious mixture of Jaegermeister and Red Bull. In any other instance these oil workers and fishermen would have harassed the hell out of those two city slickers – right out of the bar!
As Motley Crue wailed “ Without You ” from the jukebox, Tarra watched as the two sailors sang the song to each other, loudly. “You’re the reason the sun shines down, and the nights, they don’t grow cold. Only you that I’ll hold when I’m young, only you, as we grow old.” Pulling that type of gay-ass shit in that bar would normally
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