“Oh honey,” Trixie said, turning her microphone back on and walking up behind the three men sitting at one of the high barstool tables. She’d been ordering a drink from the barman when she’d noticed the rather professional setup of the camera they were using to film themselves. She’d been curious as to what they could be doing when she walked closer and heard the last bit of their conversation. The crowd started cheering, and she let out a laugh as she sidled up next to the tall one she’d noticed surreptitiously watching her. “This man seems to think that, what was your name again? Frotty?” She let out one of her trade make laughs, turning towards the tall one and snaking an arm around his neck. “Honey, frotty? You could frot me all day, honey,” she drew it out, listening as the crowd joined in as she repeated it. “But, this man seems to think that Frotty here could make five times more than us? Five times!” She gave anouther pause as she listened to the crowds reaction. “I beg to differ, I think he could make six. Don’t you guys agree? C’mon, give it up for him! Yaaas!” She said loudly, laughing as everyone cheered loudly for him. “Where are you guys from, you from here?”
February 2nd, 2018 at 08:39pm