** I shot the Sherrif **
He drove an old sherrif’s car. The letters could still be seen beneath the cheap white paint. It was cold out and beginning to rain. I was waiting for Shaun to get off work. He had seen me standing outside before, "many times." So he had decided to come out and talk, ""it’s a slow night." He wore a badge beneath his black leather jacket. What was he anyway? A security guard? A cop? No clue.
"Everybody here has a boyfriend." He said, looking at me. "I have-a, two jobs… dis es uh… how do you say. secondarie, obertime." It was difficult to decipher his thick spanish accent and broken english. I just smiled and nodded. Charming.
"In my age, issa hard to find someone. I work to hab tha money, but tha girls they want it all and so I cannot keep them." Smile and nod.
"Because some time issa good to hab some one… you know," he said, looking at me, "young, because issa nice to gib dem things and do tha parties."
It was uncomfortable. What was he talking about? I wiped a rain drop off my cheek and eyelash. C’mon Shaun, hurry up!
"Yeah," I said, "I know what you mean, that sucks…" he stared at me hard and it made me even more uncomfortable, so I looked away. Through the doors I could see a lady pushing a basket down the isle.
Delsirie poked her head out, "you waiting for Shaun?" I nodded. "I’mma go see if I can find him."
"Shaun es a lucky boie to hab a good young girrl, I lika hab one too. I lika hang out… drink beer… listen to good music…" he raised his eyebrows, "smoke a liele weed…" and laughed, "isa good thing to hab."
Smoke weed? You’re a cop, aren’t you not supposed to be telling me this?
"Music’s good…" I stammered. Sure.
He took a step closer to me. "You hab de very pretty eyes. Isa very clear."
Oh God. Knock it off. Go away. Where the fuck is Shaun?
"I lika find someone too. Shaun issa good lucky. You and heem good together?"
In the corner of my eye I saw Shaun walking out through the doors. Fuckin finally.
"Ready?" I asked. Shaun grabbed my waist, kissed my forehead, and told him goodbye.
"Goonight, see yous manana." He said, and smiled at me. He touched his chest with one hand and grabbed his gun holster with the other.
Sure thing, bastard… serve and protect my ass.