We knew Medusa was still grieving the death of her sister, or half sister, but we convinced her that it might do her good to get out for a while. It was Friday night and Hap and I invited her to join us at Rocco’s Pub. A popular band from Marty Zivko’s in Hartford, called The Legends had been booked by Rocco for the weekend.
We picked Medusa up at 8:00 p.m. at the Bluemond Inn. She came out after one toot of the Edsel’s horn. She was voluptuous, tantalizing and dressed to kill. She was wearing high heels and a tight gray skirt and a very tight pink V-Neck sweater and a lot of cleavage. Hap and I were wearing a smile.
“She is a nice piece of real estate,” Hap said. I nodded.
Hap got out and opened the door and Medusa slid across the front seat and sat between the two of us. Her skirt slid up making it difficult for Hap to decide if he should stare at her chest or her thighs.
I looked over at him and it appeared like he was nodding his head yes as he went from her cleavage to her legs.
She tugged at the hem of her skirt trying to cover up a little of her leg. She wasn’t successful.
Hap looked at me and then Medusa, “You smell nice.”
“Thank you Hap,” she replied.
“There will be some great music tonight. I think you will have some fun.” Rocco’s was crowded, even for a Friday night.
Hap grinned and said, “The ladies in Wauwatosa know I’m not behind the bar tonight. They know I’ll be working the floor looking for someone to tap.”
“Tap?” Medusa rolled her eyes.
We walked up to the bar and ordered our drinks. Two young dolls came up to Hap and one sat on each side of him. He smiled and gave each one of them a peck on the cheek and said, “Not tonight ladies I’m just here to get drunk.”
“Oh, no, Hap,” they chimed in unison, disappointment unrestrained in their voices. After a few minutes of flirting, they grabbed their drinks and walked back to the other side of the bar.
“I guess they are here for you. You must be quite the lover Hap, having two young girls trying to hustle you?” Medusa asked.
He smiled, “I got a few years on me now but I can still kick it back a bit. Those two skirts are a little young, plus I dated the mommy of one of them for a while.”
“Hap’s usually two girls short of a threesome,” I said. “When we get our drinks, let’s find a table.
“Did I hear you were bullfighters?” Medusa asked.
“That’s bull riders. Max was. I’m too smart to throw a leg over something that large.”
“Tell me about bulls.”
“Well, if a bull is looking one way, they are probably going that way. That’s all there is to know about it.”
She smiled, “I’m sure there is more. Have you ever been married, Hap?” Medusa was now showing an interest in Hap’s romantic side.
“Done that once. All she ever did was complain about my drinking; couldn’t understand why I got drunk all the time. I told her I could be available in sober, but she would have to do something about her appearance. You see she sorta let herself go. She turned forty and her breasts were sagging and her hair was thinning and growing out at the roots and to make matters worse, her ass fell like a bag of dirty laundry. I told her she ought to sue the quack who remodeled her.”
“I can’t imagine why that relationship didn’t last, Hap.”
“We had nothing in common. <