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assholes.”
    “Not everyone there is a snotty asshole. We’re members, use your dad as a reference. You can use me, too.”
    She catches onto my hesitation. I don’t want to work for guys who could qualify as my dad’s twin. I’ll probably end up laying one of them out with my fist.
    “If you don’t want to, we can try other places, but you’ll make good money there. Members tip well when they’re drinking, which is almost always. They think the higher the tip they give, the richer they look.”
    “They got any tattoo shops around here?” I ask.
    That’s where I worked back in California. I was building up a decent client list, too.
    She keeps her eyes on the road. “Um … not that I know of.”
    “Of course, you wouldn’t know.”
    My body jerks forward when she breaks hard at a red light. “Quit being a dick to me, okay? I haven’t done anything to you. I’m trying to help you, and you’re doing nothing but acting like some raging douche bag.”
    “You’re trying to help me so I’ll keep my mouth shut about walking in on your boyfriend pounding into your pussy.”
    “Tell on me then. I’m not going to play this game with you for the next six months. You’re not going to keep holding this over my head, ready to blackmail me at any time.” She hits the gas when the light turns green and we go rushing forward.
    I grin and look out the window, happy with her being pissed off at me. I love girls with attitude, ones that don’t take shit. Maybe Sally was right. Maybe there’s more to her than I thought.
     
    ***
     
    I fill out applications all morning, but none of them pay shit. There aren’t very many places around the Hamptons to work, unless it’s at a restaurant or some tourist location.
    “You hungry?” I ask. “I’ll buy lunch.” She nods at the same time her stomach growls. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    “Where to?” She asks.
    I shrug my shoulders. “Your choice, being that you’re on some weird ass diet.”
    She scrunches up her face. “Weird ass diet? I eat perfectly normal.”
    “Perfectly normal is pizza and burgers. You eat bird food and hummus, whatever that shit is.”
    “Okay, first off I eat burgers and pizza. I’ve eaten plenty of burgers and pizzas,” she argues.
    “Oh really? How often do you binge on burgers and pizzas?”
    “Every single day.”
    I can’t hold in my smile. “Liar.”
    “Once a week.”
    “Liar.”
    Her lips morph into a scowl. “Fine, once a month, you happy?”
    “That’s better than what I thought.”
    She pulls up to a small restaurant with only a few cars parked in front of it. “This is one of my favorite places,” she says, gearing the car in park. “And don’t worry, they have burgers for you.”
    “That’s my girl,” I say, without thinking. Her head whips around to look at me. Why did I just say that? I don’t even say that to chicks back home. I think this east coast air is making me crazy.
    I shrug off my comment and jump out of the car.
    We give the waitress our order and she brings out our drinks. I feel a sense of pride as I listen to her order a bacon cheeseburger and fries – the same thing as me.
    “So I guess this calls for us to have a conversation,” she says.
    I chuckle. “Unless you want to sit in silence then yes, that’s probably a good idea.”
    “What do you want to talk about?” I give her a look. “I mean … what are things you enjoy?”
    “I enjoy pussy, alcohol, and tattoos. What about you? Plaid skirts and Sunday brunch?”
    She throws her straw wrapper at me. “I told you to quit being an asshole. And I highly think those classify as enjoyments.”
    “Oh babe, they are definitely enjoyments.”
    Her eyes deadpan on me. “Hobbies? You have any hobbies?”
    She doesn’t like talking about sex. I can tell it makes her uncomfortable. I’ll have to fix that for her.
    “Pussy, alcohol, and tattoos,” I answer.
    She gives me an annoyed look. “You’re incorrigible.”
    I grin