weak (when you're around) // bronnie

I don't quite remember the first time I saw him or when I started taking trays from the serving ladies to give him something to drink. He was always in the same area of the casino and always ordered the same drink from me -- nothing special, usually a rum and Coke, or just straight whiskey, and at some point, he started only ordering from me. I know this because my friend I usually stole the tray from, asked him for a drink and he declined. This finally lead to some conversation.

"I thought only women served drinks," he said, taking his beverage from me.

"Well, I guess I'm the exception," I responded, trying to give my most charming smile.

He smirked at me and placed two twenty dollar bills on the tray. I'm not sure why his generous tipping always got to me. I tried my best not to be attracted to his money -- but I was broke and clearly weak.

I didn't even know his name, but I was so far gone. His features were dark, his eyes were beautiful and...he had a beard, which was a piece of masculinity I didn't think I could be attracted to.

Days passed after the day he spoke to me before I had enough free time to serve him his drink. "Back again to steal my job?" My friend laughed as I came barreling towards her.

"Give me your skirt and tights and we'll see," I chuckled, taking her tray and quickly paced to the man's usual area. What I noticed about him was that unlike others in the casino -- he didn't smoke. With the suit and the generally masculine appearance, a cigarette would really top his look -- but he just never had one -- and I was so turned on -- by his health.

"Hello drink boy -- I've missed you," he smiled as I moved towards him.

"Oh well, I have a lot of customers," I laughed awkwardly. It wasn't a lie -- I did have a lot of customers -- just not on the casino floor.

"I'll have the usual," he said and I was off to get his drink as quickly as possible.

"Look at you," my friend sighed as I made his drink. "Maybe you'll get his name tonight."

"Don't get my hopes up," I joked, blushing at the thought.

"Good luck!" She called as I rushed back out with the drink.

He looked at me, amused, as I rushed back towards him. "This must be your new record," he chuckled. "You deserve a reward." I watch carefully as he reached into his wallet and pulled out a 50. "Come here," he said in a low, gruff tone. My breathing grew heavy as I walked closer to him. "What's your name, drink boy?" He asked.

"Brandon," I squeaked.

"Nice to meet you Brandon -- I'm Ronnie."

I gulped. I didn't know whether to leave or not, he was still staring at me intensely. "Why don't you stay for awhile," he muttered. "Take a seat." He patted his lap and my heart raced so fast I thought I'd die.

"Um, are you sure?" I croaked.

"Of course."

Awkwardly, I sat on him -- it was much more appealing in my head. He suddenly wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer to him. "I can see how much you want me...I see it in your eyes," he whispered in my ear. He slipped the 50 dollar bill he was holding in my shirt pocket.

I melted. "If we're caught...I'm going to get fired," I mumbled.

He kissed my neck and suddenly I didn't care if I lost my job, my apartment, my car or my life -- all I needed was that. Ronnie put a bill in the machine and started playing. I spaced out watching the reels spin -- then suddenly -- the symbols matched and--

"Holy shit, I won!" Ronnie yelled.

"You won!" I exclaimed.

We both locked eyes with each other. His jaw dropped, "you're my good luck charm."

"I am?" I blushed.

"You-you must be!" He stammered. The machine started printing out the ticket. He grabbed it and his eyes widened when he looked at what he won. He looked back up at me, "what do you say I cash this and you come with me?"

"I really shouldn't -- I would definitely get fired," I managed, really struggling to decide between my job and the man I was sitting on.

"You don't have to go now...I'll go get a hotel room and you meet me after your shift."

Holy shit did I want to. It was scary how much I wanted to. It took so little to convince myself to utter the words, "yeah, okay." Ronnie's smile after I said those words gave me chills. I was so fucking weak.