Page 15 of Outlaw Xmas
“Hiya, handsome,” Ruthie said as she placed a slice of pie in front of an older gentleman sitting at the counter.
Throttle lifted his chin to her as he took off his leather gloves.
“Your two friends are at the last booth next to the window. Coffee as usual?”
“Yeah. Thanks,” he said as he made his way to the table.
He slid in next to Rags and picked up the menu. “Did you two order already?”
“We waited for you,” Rags said as he waved the waitress over.
Stella had been working at Ruthie’s for the past twelve years and was one of the Insurgents’ favorite waitresses. She placed a glass of water and a steaming cup of coffee in front of Throttle.
“Thanks, Stella. How’s life been treating you?” he asked as he stirred sugar into his coffee.
“This week? Shitty as all hell. Last week? Not bad.”
The guys laughed and placed their orders of chicken fried steak, eggs, and cottage fried potatoes.
“Damn, it’s cold outside,” Wheelie said as he picked up a glass of orange juice.
“I thought my balls were gonna freeze off when I rode over here, but I was going fuckin’ crazy without riding.” Throttle wrapped his hands around the warm cup.
“I know what you mean. It’s been so damn snowy and icy the last couple of weeks. I’m getting restless too. How were the roads?”
“Icy as hell, but it felt good being on my bike.” Throttle took a sip of coffee.
“I’m leaving the icy rides to guys like Jerry, Axe, Chas, and the other younger members. Remember how we used to go on the back roads and do wheelies in the snow?” Rags asked.
Wheelie laughed. He was known for taking crazy chances with his Harley, and his freestyle and complex wheelies earned him his road name. “Hell, I still go out and do that shit.”
Stella placed three piping-hot plates in front of them and a basket of warm biscuits in the center of the table. “Except for refills, is there anything else you need?”
“That should do it, darlin’,” Rags said as he reached over and took a biscuit.
“I heard Mrs. Christiansen is being a pain in your ass,” Wheelie said before he shoved a big bite into his mouth.
Throttle nodded as he chewed.
“I told the bitch she could tell me what the problem was, but she just told me the shoveling wasn’t to her liking and she needed to speak to you and you only,” Rags said.
“She’s a horny one. I guess her old man isn’t giving her want she needs,” Wheelie said.
“Whaddaya mean?” Throttle asked.
“She’s always hitting on guys who work for her. A buddy of mine cleans carpets, and he told me that when he was doing a job over at her place, she kept staring at him the whole time. And when he was getting ready to leave, she patted his ass and gave him her cell number.” Wheelie shook his head, laughing.
“Did he fuck her?” Throttle asked.
“Yeah. He got a lot of referrals from her.”
“Is he still fucking her?” Rags buttered a biscuit.
“Nah, it was only for a month or so, but he got a lot of lasting business from it, so he’s happy.”
“I bet he is,” Throttle said. “If that’s what she wants from me, she’s gonna be disappointed ’cause I’m outta commission.”
“I should be insulted the bitch didn’t want me,” Rags said.
