The Chigger woman headed for the bar. “Give me one of them longneck bottles of Coors. I need some beer on my breath.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sharlene said.
“Damn young cowboys ain’t got a lick of sense. Don’t even appreciate the taste of a good apple martini. I was going to throw him back to the pack anyway before that Sunday school teacher tapped me on the shoulder. I wonder if her preacher knows where she is tonight. If he does, he’s on his knees at the altar praying for her wanton soul. I bet she don’t even know how to two-step,” she said.
“That so?” Sharlene asked. From where she was standing, it looked like Loralou had a real good handle on two-stepping, and the way the cowboy was looking at her, Sharlene wouldn’t be surprised if the Honky Tonk charm had just pierced her heart.
The woman fluffed back her hair and pulled a tube of bright-red lipstick from her hip pocket. She used the long mirror behind the bar to apply a fresh coat and did a lip pop to even it out. A quick smile at her reflection said she thought everything looked wonderful. “There’s got to be a happy medium. Woman with class like me don’t want a man with a foot in the grave and the other on a piece of boiled okra. But them young ones, fun as it would be to break them in, just don’t see a good thing even when it’s lookin’ them in the eye.”
Sharlene set a cold beer in front of her and made change for the bill she laid on the bar. “Guess you are right.”
She downed half the beer, made a face, and pushed it back. “Well, here goes. I’m going hunting again.”
“Good luck,” Sharlene said.
“So when is a cowboy going to claim a barstool and the charm going to work for you?” Tessa asked.
“Never. Three times, remember. A genie only gives three wishes when he floats up out of the lamp. Larissa, Cathy, and Daisy got the wishes. I got the Honky Tonk. Wishes are over for the bartenders. Only the customers get the luck of the draw these days.”
Honky Tonk Christmas
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