Prompt: Well, apparently, Rock Bottom has a basement.
I looked around the crowded bar. There wasn’t another server free. “Motherfucker,” I muttered under my breath. I’d have to take his table.
Sighing in resignation, I pulled the hairtie off my wrist and quickly pulled my hair up into a sloppy bun. I turned toward the bar where Veronica, one of my fellow waitresses, was loading up a tray with drinks and plucked the hot pink, prescriptionless glasses off the top of her head and shoved them on my face.
She glanced at me as she lifted the heavy tray off the scarred bar. “Got a creeper?”
“Something like that.” I grimaced and adjusted the glasses as I walked to his table.
He glanced at me then back at his menu. There didn’t appear to be any glimmer of recognition. Sometimes, a different hairstyle and ugly glasses were all it took.
“Are you ready to order?”
He did a doubletake. “Samantha?”
I didn’t respond. Unless glaring at him balefully could be considered a response.
“I haven’t seen you in class lately.”
I tilted my head to the side and just stared at him. The sheer magnitude of his douchery exerted a force too great for me to keep my head upright.
“No,” I finally answered. “I don’t suppose you would have. I dropped out.”
He sighed in seeming disgust. “Well, that was stupid.”
It was then that I noticed the hot, young blonde in the booth with him. I’d been so distracted by my dread of having to interact with this man, I hadn’t even seen her. She was a beacon of golden perfection, I honestly can’t understand how I’d missed her in the first place.
Something inside me snapped. I turned to address her. “Look, I know he’s hot. Smart is sexy and all that. But take it from someone who knows, he’s completely void of any kind of moral compass and has no business being an educator.”
I could hear my voice getting louder, but I couldn’t quite manage to quiet myself. Conversations around me in the capacity-packed restaurant sputtered to a halt. Too bad I couldn’t make myself do the same.
“He doesn’t give a shit about you,” I continued as the girl stared at me, eyes wide and lips parted. “He’ll fuck you, and then he’ll steal your research, slap his name on it, and when it comes time to defend your dissertation, you’ll have nothing. And you know what? The sex wasn’t even all that good.”
He blinked at me as I saw the night manager barreling my way from the corner of my eye. She looked pissed.
I glanced back at my former advisor.
He cleared his throat and turned to the blonde. “Chloë, this is my former student, Samantha.” Then he looked at me. “Samantha, this is my daughter, Chloë.”
Well…apparently rock bottom had a basement. Fucking fantastic.