A Night at the Black Crow

"Shut the fuck up. She's at least a six." he said.

"Why?" the other man said.

"Her rack. Just look at her rack!"

The second man watched as she pulled bottles and
poured them into glasses. Her breasts hung large over
the rest of her body. Her cleavage plunged deep and
brought in good tips on that kind of night. She had just
started working there again. The two men could barely
hear each other.

"Her tits are sagging." the second man said.

"What? You've never been around older women?
You probably can't even remember the last time you
had a tit in your mouth." said the first man.

"Fine. She's not bad. I'm more of an ass man."

She had just turned around to ring up a tab.
The second man stared at her jeans with an empty hunger.

"Her ass is too flat."

"You're a picky motherfucker,"said the first man.

They finished their beers. The first man put the empty
bottles in the well of the bar, a sign for another round.
She finished serving the people at the end of the bar,
it was a bunch of young girls from the neighborhood
who had grown old by staying there. She saw the two
empties when she turned around. She pulled the cooler
open and pried the caps off the two bottles and set them
in front of them as she grabbed the empties with her
other hand.

They sat there in the midst of the blaring jukebox, awash
in cigarette smoke, the roar of a late night silencing them.