Who: Hemlock OT Elixir What: Lotte has an accident, Josh to the rescue. When: Sunday Night Where: Camelot Warnings: Language
There's no such thing as an accident, except when something's an accident. Which happened to be the case here.
Lotte actually got to do her singing act at the Unicorn on Wednesday night, then decided to stay in the city for the weekend since she'd been asked to pick up some extra shifts at Camelot. Josh had wanted to take her to lunch, but she'd told him that Thanksgiving was actually one hell of a busy day at the strip club, and she'd have to take a rain check. All the depressed, lonely old men came in on Thanksgiving, disgusting as that was to her. Then Black Friday was another busy one when men avoided shopping (not that she blamed them for that). The Saturday wasn't as packed, so she and Josh had enjoyed Turkey and Dressing then before her show at the Unicorn that night, and Sunday saw her once more dancing at Camelot for the greasy assholes who were more interested in titties than in football.
Things had actually been going pretty smoothly, to be honest. She didn't have much to complain about. The money that weekend had been great, and she'd already gotten Paulie to agree to giving her the rest of the week off. The girls who'd had family to go home to would be wanting the extra shifts anyway, and she was now flush for at least a couple weeks.
Beware good fortune, though. No sooner was she looking forward to a couple of nights of peace and quiet (and Josh), when some filthy piece of crap puked up his liquid lunch on the stage, just as she was spinning around the pole. Her shoe stepped in the puddle (GROSS!) and she slipped in the heels she was wearing, going down hard and rolling her ankle badly enough that it immediately started to swell and turn red. She'd heard the pop. Broken, maybe, or just a bad sprain. Either way, Derrick had been forced to carry her off the stage after tossing the asshole who'd puked out. It was all she could do not to gag from the combination of pain and gag reflex over the vomit.
"You wan me ta call you an ambulance?" Paulie asked, a bit unsure of Lotte's preferences but not sure what else to do for her.
"Oh, hell no. Get my cell phone and let me call my friend to come get me."
He'd brought her dance bag to her and she'd quickly dug out her phone, calling Josh and attempting to not sound completely pathetic in the process when she asked him to come rescue her. He'd laughed and agreed and she'd sighed and settled in to wait.
"When the gold-skinned dude gets here, don't charge him a cover and just bring him back, kay?"
Paulie had just laughed and shook his head. "Fine, but drinks ain't on the house!"