Gorgeous, and just the type he would normally go for, he couldn’t work up any enthusiasm to be with her.
Anna was just as forward with Randy, but the other two girls were more reserved, so Randy tried to explain to the girls that they were famous back in the States. Rick shook his head and had to laugh. Fame, Randy assumed, was an aphrodisiac for everyone, and Rick knew Randy figured if the girls knew who they were, or at least knew they were famous, Devon and Keith would have an easier time getting Gretchen and Christine into bed, so he crooned the first few lines of Bring It to Me until the women began to nod their recognition.
“Have you been to Greece before?” Eva asked him in an attempt at a more personal conversation.
“No, first time.”
“How do you like it?”
“It’s great,” he said, without elaborating.
She nodded, trying not to show her frustration at not being able to draw him into a discussion. “Have you been to other countries in Europe?”
“England, a few years back,” he said, looking around to make sure Shelby hadn’t slipped in. He didn’t want her to see him with Eva, and maybe get the wrong idea.
As they finished their drinks, the disco music was in full swing, so Eva asked Rick if he would dance with her.
“Oh, thanks, but I’m really not a dancer.”
Randy piped up, “That’s not what I heard. I heard the other night you were a regular Dancing Queen .”
Rick shook his head, “I was drunk, and made a fool out of myself, onetime thing.” He turned to Eva, “I’m sorry, but I’m sure there are lots of other guys here who will dance with you.”
“It’s okay, we don’t have to dance, but I see you are watching the doors. Are you waiting for someone?”
“No,” he slowly shook his head, “No, I was just thinking maybe we should go someplace else, someplace better.”
Randy clapped his hands, “Now you’re talking, let’s blow this joint and go paint the town!”
“This means what?” Anna asked him.
“Let’s go have some fun,” he translated.
~
They headed up the waterfront to an area thick with discothèques from which to choose. The crowded waterfront road, or Paralia , teamed with people out for an evening stroll and those jumping from one club to another. The walking of the Paralia was an activity in itself, and many people spent the entire evening just walking back and forth, stopping to visit with a friend or acquaintance now and then. The Greek women wore their best outfits, and the men walked casually, flipping their prayer beads as they went. Children darted in and out, and around the strolling people in an endless game of chase. The Paralia was the only road running the entire length of the village that could accommodate vehicles, in the evenings, it closed to any traffic other than foot.
Entering the Disco Sirocco, Rick opened the door for Eva, and she reached out and gently ran her hand down his cheek. She seemed genuinely sweet, but Rick still couldn’t warm up to her. He decided to act the part, even if he didn’t feel up to it.
They found a table and sat. “How about some shots to get things started?” Rick suggested. Anything to lessen the tension. Only Eva agreed, so he ordered them each a shot of Tequila. It didn’t help, so he ordered them another.
Eva didn’t want hers, and whispered, “You don’t have to get me drunk.” He smiled and tossed back her shot, and then excused himself to use the restroom. On the way back, he hit the bar for a few more shots, not at all comfortable with the situation. If they’d been back home, it might have seemed a little more routine, in fact, he probably would have already had the woman by now, in some dark corner, hidden away, or in the bathroom. But things were different now. One of the best things about the island was being able to get away from that kind of thing, not just continue on, business as usual. He wished he had never agreed to the drink, that he’d just stayed at
Anna was just as forward with Randy, but the other two girls were more reserved, so Randy tried to explain to the girls that they were famous back in the States. Rick shook his head and had to laugh. Fame, Randy assumed, was an aphrodisiac for everyone, and Rick knew Randy figured if the girls knew who they were, or at least knew they were famous, Devon and Keith would have an easier time getting Gretchen and Christine into bed, so he crooned the first few lines of Bring It to Me until the women began to nod their recognition.
“Have you been to Greece before?” Eva asked him in an attempt at a more personal conversation.
“No, first time.”
“How do you like it?”
“It’s great,” he said, without elaborating.
She nodded, trying not to show her frustration at not being able to draw him into a discussion. “Have you been to other countries in Europe?”
“England, a few years back,” he said, looking around to make sure Shelby hadn’t slipped in. He didn’t want her to see him with Eva, and maybe get the wrong idea.
As they finished their drinks, the disco music was in full swing, so Eva asked Rick if he would dance with her.
“Oh, thanks, but I’m really not a dancer.”
Randy piped up, “That’s not what I heard. I heard the other night you were a regular Dancing Queen .”
Rick shook his head, “I was drunk, and made a fool out of myself, onetime thing.” He turned to Eva, “I’m sorry, but I’m sure there are lots of other guys here who will dance with you.”
“It’s okay, we don’t have to dance, but I see you are watching the doors. Are you waiting for someone?”
“No,” he slowly shook his head, “No, I was just thinking maybe we should go someplace else, someplace better.”
Randy clapped his hands, “Now you’re talking, let’s blow this joint and go paint the town!”
“This means what?” Anna asked him.
“Let’s go have some fun,” he translated.
~
They headed up the waterfront to an area thick with discothèques from which to choose. The crowded waterfront road, or Paralia , teamed with people out for an evening stroll and those jumping from one club to another. The walking of the Paralia was an activity in itself, and many people spent the entire evening just walking back and forth, stopping to visit with a friend or acquaintance now and then. The Greek women wore their best outfits, and the men walked casually, flipping their prayer beads as they went. Children darted in and out, and around the strolling people in an endless game of chase. The Paralia was the only road running the entire length of the village that could accommodate vehicles, in the evenings, it closed to any traffic other than foot.
Entering the Disco Sirocco, Rick opened the door for Eva, and she reached out and gently ran her hand down his cheek. She seemed genuinely sweet, but Rick still couldn’t warm up to her. He decided to act the part, even if he didn’t feel up to it.
They found a table and sat. “How about some shots to get things started?” Rick suggested. Anything to lessen the tension. Only Eva agreed, so he ordered them each a shot of Tequila. It didn’t help, so he ordered them another.
Eva didn’t want hers, and whispered, “You don’t have to get me drunk.” He smiled and tossed back her shot, and then excused himself to use the restroom. On the way back, he hit the bar for a few more shots, not at all comfortable with the situation. If they’d been back home, it might have seemed a little more routine, in fact, he probably would have already had the woman by now, in some dark corner, hidden away, or in the bathroom. But things were different now. One of the best things about the island was being able to get away from that kind of thing, not just continue on, business as usual. He wished he had never agreed to the drink, that he’d just stayed at
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