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“I’m the understudy to the lead, too. She was late tonight so I got to run through a scene.”
“Bully for you. What’s the show called?”
“The Proposition,” I replied.
Jack at the bar cocked his head. “That sounds fun.”
“It’s not,” I said. “It’s like a cross between the movie Indecent Proposal and Fifty Shades of Grey.”
Robbie raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to deter me? Because I’d watch the hell out of that.”
“Me too,” Jack chimed in, finishing his beer and waving for another. I took his glass and put it underneath the tap.
“The script isn’t nearly as good as the pitch. And the lead is kind of a diva.”
“Aren’t they supposed to be?” Robbie asked.
“Divas are usually good at acting.”
Jack roared with laughter as I placed the new beer in front of him, which turned into a fit of coughing.
“So tell me about this shirtless male lead,” Robbie said, leaning closer to me on the bar. He was bi, but as long as I’d known him I’d only ever seen him date other guys. “He got you all hot and bothered, huh?”
I let myself smile at the memory of him wedged between my legs, gazing down at me with lust in his eyes. “He’s a hunk. It should be illegal for him to wear a shirt.”
Robbie sighed. “So, why don’t you ask him out?”
“Well, I kind of already did.”
Robbie’s mouth fell open. “You did not! You big slut!”
“He declined,” I quickly added. “Said he kind of had other plans tonight.”
“Kind of?” Robbie replied. “Something vague?”
“Yeah, I know.”
He shook his head. “I’m sorry. Rejection sucks.”
I shrugged. “I know he’s out of my league, so it doesn’t really sting. Plus, he’s the lead male. I’m just an understudy.”
“You’re selling yourself short. You’re a hot little thing.”
“Theater is like high school,” I said. “Status matters. He’s the quarterback of the football team and I’m some nerdy girl in chess club.”
I expected him to quote some cheesy high school movie where the nerdy girl becomes prom queen, but instead he said, “There’s always Tinder,” while smiling slyly.
I groaned. “Don’t.”
“Come on!” he insisted. “A girl like you would have her pick of gorgeous men.”
“I do just fine,” I said weakly.
One of the biggest benefits to being a female bartender was getting hit on. A lot. Most of the time I took it in stride as an annoying part of the job, but there were usually two or three guys on any given night who I enjoyed flirting with me. Guys in New York were hot. So whenever I wanted, I had a few guys I could go home with after my shift at the bar.
Which ended up being at least half the time. Both because I enjoyed a good one-night stand, and because it meant not having to crash at my cramped apartment in Queens.
“You can’t keep grazing from your own backyard,” Robbie said, gesturing around the bar. “You need to expand your horizons. Did you even install the app?”
