Slick Willie

Laying on the floor the cool breeze coming through the window gently relaxed me to the verge of nodding off. A push of the door leading into the room jarred me back to reality and I quickly jumped to my feet. In walked a well dressed middle aged man with slicked back hair and an ora of confidence. He presented himself in a very fashionable manor, and was quick to give me his line.

"so your the new guy. huh, where do you come from? wait don't answer, your from the Midwest right, every ones from the Midwest."

I gave one of those brief laughs to ease the anxiety I was feeling and said " heh-yeah, I'm come from Chicago."

"Ha, Chicago, my ex-wife was from there. Boy she was a real bitch, and her family......but its still a nice place to visit but forget about the winters."

I get this one all the time so I have a standard come back, "yeah you never know with the weather, it can go 20 degrees in either direction in a matter of hours."

The man than made his way over to his bunk and pulled a bag out from underneath it. As he dug around through it searching for his comb, he told me about the others staying in the room.

"one of the guys in here is a real fruit, I mean he's one of those flaming fairies, I'd look out for him. you don't want to end up with a stick in your ass wile you sleep. The guy who's sleeping below you is an Indian, you know from India, and real strange guy. He keeps to himself and yesterday he flew off the handle accusing us of steeling his belt. Just because he was such a dick I didn't tell him I saw it the bathroom the other night. Besides, who the fuck would steal a shitty belt like his? The guy all the way back there, well, he's a real treat. He snores so loud it shakes your bed. I wanted to smother him with his fucking pillow. Then there's this other asshole right above me, I don't know what the fuck he does, but he gets up at 5AM and wakes me up in the process."

The man then pulled a pair of brown leather shoes out from underneath his bunk, and began to lace them up on his feet.

"You looking to have a good time?" he asked, "I'm going to this sports bar down the street your more than welcome to join me, but I don't know how long I'll be there for."

He stood up and walked over to a mirror hanging in the far corner of the room and began to comb his hair talking all the wile.

"Ive been talking to this woman over the internet, shes supposed to be some big shot rich-bitch, she wants me to give it too her. I meet these kind of woman all the time. Their either divorced or cheating on their husbands. I don't care cause I get a free trip. You tell em you love em and they take you all around the world. I don't need their money either, not to brag but I got a lot of money. I do it just for the fun of it.

I pondered this notion for a minute, what would a guy with a lot of money being staying in a hostle for? The other notion that imediatly followed was, wow this guy is a real scumbag! I thought guys like this only existed in the movies.

It only took him a few more minutes of perfecting his hair before he made his way over to the door. As he left he asked me how he looked.

I responded with "....you look good, good luck with the lady"

"huh, luck, I don't need luck, this ones in the bag."