Part 10: Another Rooster in the Hen House

Chapter 9 - Another Rooster in the Hen House

One person you haven't heard much about, because I didn't hear much from her, was B. Well, that was about to change. I was about to hear about her...

See, after getting fired yesterday for helping Dickbag in exchange for the VIP pass, I decided to hit up the bar to drown my sorrows at not having a job for the remaining five days.

And that's when he walked in.



How to respond... and I didn't even have any pepper spray handy! Or a bronze medal! Or any of my items right at this moment!




I asked for a lager.



Was I sure he wasn't trying to hit on me?



Smashing to make your acquaintance. I'm Barthomolew Arugula Paisley.

I'm just kidding, I didn't say that...

...

Actually, yes I did.



How did he know Danny?



Are you friends with Danny?



I didn't like this guy. I didn't like him one bit.



But there was one thing I liked.





At least my friends have ambition instead of just sponging off Daddy.



I dunno, guys, I think he's getting upset.



Hold on a sec, I'll get out my tiny violin.



I could've apologized and said I'd had a bad day and that's why, but he probably would've just stormed off, so I said:

Do I look like I need your help?



Hmmm.



Well, then, Cap'n Observation, why are you here?



I didn't want to piss him off - if I did, he'd probably get me blacklisted everywhere on Snow Bird Mountain, so I had to say the specifically right things - nothing incredibly humorous or sarcastic came to mind.

Only if it's the kind of offer I can't refuse.



What's the catch?



My dream job? This guy could offer me everything I wanted - a cushy job with a good salary, and ins! It was everything I ever wanted. Oh, sorry, if I forgot to mention that through the course of the thread - all I ever wanted was a job like the one Dickbag2 was offering.

But B? Give her up to this guy?

If I played this right though, maybe I could squeeze this guy for as much as I could without selling out my friend...



Someone like you doesn't need help with women.



I don't even know you.



Something was firm, alright, but it certainly wasn't in my hand. It was his hard-on for B. But what could I do? It was the dream job that I'd always suddenly wanted.

I'll see what I can do.

Precious. Tell her to meet me here at 8:00 Saturday night.

He gave me his cell phone and business card. I walked away feeling weird, like I got played. Maybe if I'd kissed up a little more he'd have given me a $25 advance on my salary. $25! That was a lot of money.

I went home and made a Photoshop about my dream job.



I'd definitely have the kitty poster from my dorm room in the office.