Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Did you just Smell Me?

SCARLETT

I've put on my "flirt face." That's what my dad used to call it - the face I make when I'm trying to act like I don't have a care in the world. I try to wear that face at work, because I know I can get bigger tips when I look like I'm even remotely interested in the overweight rich guy who starts playing on tilt and ordering shots for the table. It's all a big fat lie because I happen to know from experience those kinds of guys usually tip for shit.

I think I've had, ohhhh, three beers now? And a tiny plate of delicious appetizers with names I can't pronounce. Probably need to increase my food-to-alcohol ratio at some point here.