Simone licked her lips. “That guy in the cowboy hat is delicious,” she crooned. “How much?” All five women laughed.
“You’re on,” said Cathy. “Twenty bucks says he turns her down.” Momentarily, five Jacksons lay under a wine glass.
Simone rose, smoothed her dress, sauntered toward the bar. She smiled, leaning her cleavage toward him. He nodded.
After their dance, Simone brought Cowboy over. “Evening, ladies. Simone won’t be sharing your cab home.” She scooped up the twenties and departed with her man.
In his car, Simone fondled the bills. “Thanks, Roy. I really needed this.”
“Any time, Sis,” he replied.