It was a time-honored rite of passage. The Shapiro men all had their first drink together at the Xavier Club. A snifter of fine, aged brandy to commemorate 21st birthdays and the official beginning of adulthood.
This night Trey, Harold Matthew Shapiro III, was being feted. His grandfather and father raised their glasses for the traditional toast.
Senior swirled the warm amber liquid in his glass, admiring the smooth legs slowly running down the sides. Junior, buried his nose in the balloon stemware, breathing in the rich, spicy aroma. Trey downed his snifter of fiery $200K-a-bottle Hennessy like a shot of cheap tequila.
The bottle service girl watched the trio with unconcealed amusement. Despite the air of aristocracy the Shapiro men exuded, she knew they were really no more sophisticated than the rednecks down at Gilley’s.
It was if she could see the cartoon balloons inflating over their heads each time she set up fresh drinks.
“Such a tokhes.”
“Look at that tush.”
“Nice ass.”
Thin spiral notebook 
you can take the men out of Gilley’s but you can’t…..
oh you know how it goes! 😉
money and $200 bottles of brandy can’t cover up some things.
loved the scene.
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Deep down, aren’t all men a little bit of a cad? and… we love it.
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I do, we do.
I mean who doesn’t like knowing that someone is saying “great ass” about us?
😉
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Exactly…
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Ah, yes. I’ve been there…
I agree with Lance. Great pacing!!
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Excellent write, Tara! I loved that the men were called Senior, Junior and Trey. It made them real to me.
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This made me grin Tara:-)Goes to show,money is not always everything-class cannot be bought and thankfully the girl knew and understood that even though she was just a bottle service girl:-)Lots of funny elements in this tale-a very enjoyable read:-)
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ha! Great work!
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