Hiring John

A Raucous Romantic Comedy, Ep. 7

Chapter 7

Sex, Lies, and Topical Cream

“Where is this place again?” Jesse looked up and down the street and glanced back down at the paper in his hand studying the address.

“It has to be the next block up.” J.D. pointed at the side of the building. It was a bar and grill, bustling with people coming and going.

They walked across the side street and passed a laundry facility. J.D. did a double take when he noticed a line of slot machines against the far wall. “Only in Vegas can you bleach your whites and play sixteen lines.”

Next to the laundromat stood a bar touting a Drag Queen Review, and beyond that, sharing a wall and taking up the next corner, was Bartleby’s Pharmacy.

“Finally!” Jesse edged past a tall woman who looked just like Cher.

She turned, and in a reverberating baritone, threw out a caustic, “Excuse you!”