Page 49 of Dirty Daria
“My best friend owns a bar,” Quinn says as she flops down on the lounger next to Daria. “I know shit.”
Reed follows soon after and hands me a similarly dressed drink. Mine is full, his is half gone already. “So, this is what having a sugar daddy gets you?” He gestures to our upscale surroundings.
“I make my own money, thank you very much,” Daria says.
“Oh yeah, that your plane we flew over on?”
“Reed, knock it off,” I say.
“It sure as fuck wasn’tyourplane, Reed,” Daria retorts.
Reed gives me a dirty look, then turns back to Daria. “So, do the swanky rooms come with bottle service or did you have to ask for it special? All we got in our room was an overpriced minibar.”
What he doesn’t know is that Daria offered to get us a villa over the water as well, but I’m not going to rely on her to upgrade my work trip. It’s enough for me to be here in an exotic location with Daria close by and still have eyes on Tremblay, without going overboard on the accommodations. Plus, the girls deserve a fun trip and I want that for them. Reed and I can nut up and suffer through the “cheap” room at the five-star resort in Maldives. If he stops being such a dick.
“Carlos, our private attendant,” Quinn answers Reed’s question, “brought us a bar cart with everything we need. But he’ll bring us anything we want, he already said so. It helped that I gave him a blow job, that way Daria doesn’t have to tip him.” She rubs at her jaw and smiles slyly.
I can’t tell if she’s being serious or not, so I look to Daria.
“Don’t look at me,” she says.
Reed’s face reddens as he glares at Quinn. “You don’t know when to quit do you?” He stalks into the house, returning a moment later with the bottle of rum Quinn used for the cocktails, filling the rest of his glass, turning the white icy drink into a brown slush.
I stand to take the bottle from him. “Why don’t you slow down, man. We’re on the clock.”
He pulls away from me. “Why don’t you fuck off,man? I don’t give a shit.”
“Reed, I was just kidding,” Quinn says, also standing.
“Sure you were,” he sneers, taking a long drink straight from the bottle.
“Look.” Daria stands as well, and now it’s like the four of us are in a show down, each watching the others warily to try to gauge what will happen next.
Daria continues, “I know this is a work trip for you guys, but for Q and me it’s a little bit of both. And maybe with our help it can be a little bit of both for you guys too.”
“You make drinks for a living, Daria,” Reed says. “What do you know about anything that is remotely in the real world?”
I shake my head. He shouldn’t have gone there. Next thing I know, the bottle is flying in my direction and I’m forced to catch it with both hands since I was caught off guard. Reed is on his back on the deck trying to catch his breath, because Daria took his bottle away and then dropped him.
“What the fuck?” Reed starts, rubbing the back of his head as he tries to sit up. Quinn moves to help him, but he shakes her off. “I don’t need help.”
Daria stands over him, a hard look on her face. She won’t tell him who she really is, out of respect for me. But she also won’t let him talk to her like that, out of respect for herself.
“You take a Krav Maga class or something?” Reed asks, standing shakily.
“Something like that,” Daria says.
Quinn starts to giggle but quiets at once after Reed gives her a dirty look.
“I don’t need you guys on my ass about shit,” he says facing off with the three of us.
“What are we on your ass about?” Quinn asks softly.
“You guys have no idea what it’s like,” Reed says.
“So tell us,” Daria says.
“I don’t even talk tohim.” Reed points to me. “And he’s my partner. Why the fuck would I talk to you two?”
