MME-7: Party Crashers

[The Shimmering Banana]

Prologue


It was almost time for her to leave Torora, having caused way too much chaos in her time here. The plan was simple make a stop here to resupply and get a quick serving job to make some money before reuniting with the crew. With over a month of time spent here her pockets were lined with beri, Shimmer taking a job at a local bar. The heroic fish woman even bailing the old bar owner out of a jam gaining some minor street cred around the neighborhood. The locals all knew her name and the bar was beginning to become a zoo with returning customers coming to see the savior of the boulevard. If that wasn't a sign that she had overstayed her visit she didn't know what was. It was time to pack her bags and hit the open road so to speak.

“Welcome” calls out the busey server as the door to the newly renovated bar. The girl missing the charming sound of the bell that used to hang above the door before the renovation. Shimmer letting out a sad sigh as she remembered its chime

*Ding da Ding*

*Ding da

DING*

It was amazing how a once annoying sound could cause so much emotion in the young woman. Flashes of her last month here flipping in her mind like a coin tossed in the air. A different picture quickly flashing by with each rotation of the coin in her mind. Shimmer sucks it up continueing to greet the new guest. “Take a seat wherever you’d like folks” she called out to the two men who previously entered as they walk over to a high top table near a window. One in a light tan leather jacket and worn leather boots of the same hugh. The other a much shorter man wearing an old white tee shirt noticeably dirty from a hard day's work. They were average men in every sense of the word. Yet to Shimmer she would treat them as well as she would if the king of the sea Neptune himself sat at her table. She places a frosty mug down at a nearby table and quickly heads towards the two men. “Hi, I'm Shimmer” she says in a bubbly voice clearly flirting with the two as she bends over towards the short man her cleavage in his general sight path. Shimmer raises her hand to her hair twirling it around and around her index finger. “Just got off from work I'm assuming?” she questioned making them feel welcome and seem like she interested in their life. A well known trick of the trade when it came to the service industry.


The larger man replying for the pair “yes little lady, I actually own a construction firm and hes my head foreman. Were doing some renovations to the banquet hall for the ball tonight.” the man obviously trying to impress the hot piece of a$$ prancing in front of him. “Ooo that sounds like hard work” she says grabbing the bicep of the owner and squeezing it tightly the man flexing by the second squeez. The flirting continued between the three of them the men knowing that she was just faking interest to further line her own pocket. That didn't matter though you see most people just wanted to feel that connection. It was the same reason men went to brothels and strip clubs. In most cases it isn't for the physical connection but rather the emotional one. I know it sounds crazy seeing as your only interacting with this person for a brief moment of time but sometimes that's all you needed. A second or two to feel that spark that all start with a bit of shown interest where there was none. And most men wouldn't tell the difference when a woman faked it. This was the greatest tool for any woman knowing how to turn a man to putty in their hands. Be it with the wink of an eye or a slight touch of a non existent muscle. A few hours past with Shimmer bringing the mene round after round of drinks and small appetizers their bill slowly stacking up.

*Hic-Up*

“What time is it?” questioned the small man swaying in his seat his short legs barely touching the ground. The drunkard's blinking rate extremely retarding to about one blink per second.It was clear that he was drunk as to be expected from such a small man consuming soo much alcohol. His large friend slightly giggling as he placed his hand atop the mini-man’s shoulder stopping him from toppling over. “Time for us to go.” he replied lifting his other hand in the air calling Shimmer over. The Octo-Woman quickly finishing up dropping off drinks at another table before scurrying over “Another round guys?”. The short man hitting the table as his large friend let go of his shoulder to retrieve his wallet from his back pocket. “Bwahahaha!” the owner burst out laughing before answering “Naw I think that's our sign to hit the road. What do we owe you?”. Shimmer digging into her pocket pulling out a long yet slim sheet of paper with everything the men had ordered on it. “Let's see… Two of these.. Seven rounds of those.. Twelve shots.. And aaalllllllll this food. Carry the one, add the 20% gratuity and here you go.” she mutters quickly as she prepares the bill. The man taking the slip from the young servers hand only to see a bill of 3,456.78 beri. His eyes widening as he rereads the bill accounting for everything they had. “Yeah your right girly. Your maths on point here you go.” he says handing her 3,500 beri “keep the change” he adds Shimmer honesty getting the best of her “No sir the tips already added to your bill”. The large man tossing his knocked out short friend over his shoulder getting ready to carry him away “I know young lady, you showed two old married men a good time. That's worth more than a few measly beri. For that I thank you. And when he wakes up in the morning and his wife is nagging his ear off he'll be thanking you too, Gwahahahaha” he says as he takes his leave of the bar.