Do Ya Care

Life had not always been easy for Hando, he’d done a lot of things some he wasn’t proud of and some he never gave a second thought to. For the first time in his adult life he was living and working in society instead of fighting it. He liked his job and he knew he was good at it, he had the sheilas lined up waiting for him to make their drink every night he worked.

Bet noticed it too and thought it was funny, she didn’t really care, didn’t care about anything much except Hando; somehow he’d gotten to her.

“You gonna wear that black tee shirt tonight?” she asked as they were getting ready to go to work.

“I hadn’t thought about, it why?”

“Wear it, makes you look hot.”

“What the fuck I wanna look hot for?”

“For me, you dickhead.”

Hando grinned, “For you I will wear it.” He hadn’t really noticed when his wardrobe began changing. Bet bought him a few things, any new tee shirt that the beer companies put out and were on sale at Crossings she bought for him.

“Hando, what do you think I should wear?”

“I don’t know Bet, anything you want to, you always look good.”

“Yeah? Should I show a little tit? Heh?”

“A little, don’t give the whole show away , okay?”

“Why, you think you got some kinda claim on the show?”

“What do you want me to say Bet, the fuckin’ show is mine okay?”

Bet grinned, “That’s all you had to say…for now.” She shimmed into the black cami and laced it up tight. She didn’t know what she was to him, not for sure, because he never said anything unless she made him.