Enjoy the rest of your night.” Angel then turned to Tallia, and ushered her away from the bar. Put some baking soda in there and rub it over them blisters.”
Riggs gave her a questionable look. Tallia stopped dead in her tracks, and turned around, giving Angel a bright blue, wide eyed, frightened expression. Angel folded the remaining bills and slipped them in the back pocket of her cargo pants. “Who’s running this shit? She had a narrow face, and pronounced cheekbones. He growled and lashed out to grab it, but in his drunken state, he missed, sending the phone flying to the floor with a loud thud. “What’s your name?”
“Brynn.”
Angel nodded, “Brynn, I like it.” Angel counted out ten dollars from the girl’s earnings. -+-+-
After her dance on stage, Angel lingered around the bar. In his room, she shut the bedroom door as he flopped down on the bed. He didn’t respond. “Hey there, Angel!” He seemed genuinely happy to see her. “How you know baking soda good for blisters?” Riggs questioned. She slid her way out
