if i walk down this hallway tonight it's too quiet 004

[empallin]

mikey was one of the best at pat downs i had ever seen. he was constantly pulling shit off of people from places i never would have even thought to check. there was the added bonus that enjoyed finding the stuff, where as i just considered it and the people trying to bring the stuff in a huge annoyance. then a bigger annoyance came along. it took us a little bit of time to figure out the whole mess but between various lies we managed to get the whole story. this group of guys had upened a club in the old church on classen. and ecah time one of these guys came in he would say that he owned that club and if we let him in for free, we could get into his for free. never mind that we would be working the nights that would be good to go there. no dice, dick. after comparing notes and hearing the story several times we startedd asking them questions. finally one of them said that, yes, they owned it as a group. was it really that hard to say that? no, and no they were not getting in for free. our little club may have sucked but it was out job and it was more fun.

shortly after they started coming in, oklahoma city passed a curfew law. this meant that we had to start checking id's. basically anyone under 18 had to leave at midnight until the issue was settled legally. we hatedd doing this but we soon discovered that this was going to work to our advantage. we were able to find out the names of the trio and also that they were all three underage. that was jsut as important to know as their names. Mikey was able to find out that the blonde hottie was more commonly known as Kerry. she was also of age. my sister was the one that really pulled out all of the tricks. on the friday of one weekend she found out and retained the name of the coolie i was so infatuated with. Her name was Jamilyn. the next night she started up a conversation with me in earshot about her non-existant boyfriend. then one night in the next two weeks of me not having the nerve to say anything, she tells her when she comes in that i have a huge crush on her but am too scared to say anything. i don't deal well with beauty right in front of me. i can say a lot of things in a lot of ways. i can handle rejection. it's just that some people have so much beauty that i can't say much of anything. I had asked Kerry out but that was with Mikey's pushing. But she had a boyfriend. with Jamilyn i had all of the information i needed that should have made it so easy. I knew her name. i knew her age. i knew she didn't have a boyfriend. i knew she was interested. so my sister gave her my number for me.

i had heard that she was going to the club that those assholes owned so i started considering take one of them up on their offer. as it turned out she had only gone a couple of times and that was for special reasons. they still kept offering. then Mike and i started noticing some interesting things. we were both paying close attention to the id's they carried because one of them almost always didn't have one. we didn't serve alcohol but because of the curfew managment decided it was for the better if we did not allow anyone in who did not have one. of course we were also suppose to not allow people in who were under 16, but i had trouble enforcing that since i startedd going there when i was 15. these guys were over sixteen but they tried pulling to many tricks on people who actually checked id's. i noticed that one of them was not even twentyone yet. this would have made it illegal for him to go into or own his own club. more questions. he said he wasn't on any papers for it but put up some of the money. maybe his parents did. then Mikey noticed something that got them all out of there. he got handed one id for the second time in a night. the guy holding trying to pass it failed the tests. zip code? social? birthday? so Mikey got a fee id. but he wanted to push it further. so he went in and found the person it belong to. sure enough he passed the tests. Mikey loved telling him that he was currently holding his id and it would not be returned. the next time i saw that id it was full of whole from Mikey blowing darts at it. lots of whole. so they decided that they and their drugs would stay at their club. we were happy as long as it wasn't ours.

Mikey and i get to my apartment one night and i pretty much immediately notice a new message on the answer machine. it had been left at something like 4:00am. i am used to getting phone calls at all hours so that was not the mystery. the message was so quite, and my answering machine so crappy, that it actually took some effort to decypher. it might have helped if i had talked to her enough to actually know what her vioce sounded like. we ended up figuring out that it was Jamilyn explaining that my sister had given her my number and that i could call her at whatever number. i scribbled the number down off the caller id and added it to the pile of people phone numbers. i was going to call her but the sun was already up so i assumed she had gone to bed. I did end up calling her later but didn't get a hold of her. before we were actually able to talk, Mikey and I went on one of our many interstate drives. while on that drive, and with the tape recorder going, he metioned a few points that i would be very interested in knowing. she had some unacceptable habits. i can handle those habits from friends but not from someone i intend on knowing better than just friends. so between that and several other factors we never hooked up. so went back to being scenery. nice to look at but not someplace i was ever going to go. it did make it easier to talk to her though. until she stopped coming in so frequently.

the regulars came and went as much as the staff did. there were always bigger and better things. others are still go there. others never went again. that kid Chris was the first to go from our staff. he had a preferance for extasy. a lot of the regulars did. we kind of used his presence to find out who we needed to keep an eye on. if he was too friendly with them, there was a good chance that they were more than just a friend. he was likable enough, just seemed prone to keeping his distance from a lot of people. there was one of his friends that i apparently got the attention of. they talked the same way a lot of the regulars and the staff talked. nothing worth noting until the weekend she showed up both night right at open. i thought she was there to talk to him. since it was slowest then, that was the best time to get to know one of the staff. on the second night, she hopped on my barrel almost as soon as she came in. i was suppose to be working the snack bar so i wasn't even suppose to be up front anyway. but the night was late in getting started so we all sat there talking for an hour or two before i had to go back to my corner. i get tired of standing so i tell her to move because she is in my place. she tells me to make her. i kind of laugh it off and then the clue hits me. so i lean up against it btween her legs with my back to her. she immediately throws her arms over my shoulders. partially as affeection, partially to lift her self up a bit to see over me. from my pacing i had already planned my move. i was just waiting for the moment. i ask her again if she is going to move. she tells me that she isn't. so i just blow it off agian. then i reach up to scratch my back. odd the way i happened to unclasp her bra at the same time. so the next thing everbody sees is her pushing me out of the way and then mumbling profanities as she rushes to the bathroom. you have to love front clasps combined with quick hands. when she came back i was sitting on the barrel laughing as everyone asked her what exactly happened.