Sarah looked up at the tall beams of steel and the men that were working on them. Strong, sturdy men. Men you could look up to for their fortitude, their skills, their capabilities. People like Dave in their natural habitat. It seemed like to her the best way to find out someway a little easier.
Yes, just like observing the fire salamanders in Lake Pain, some good old fashioned research would take her a long way. She just needed to blend i-
“Ah, what the fucking hell, you asshole! You could have just smacked me on the back of the head! Besides, that was Dave’s rule!”
“Oh, so just because Dave isn’t here, you think George wouldn’t want to kick your ass for catcalling? Because if so,” the man who was talking to the first one turned towards Sarah, “Hey hot mama, if you’re done getting sunburned, I can come over here and make sure you get all the moisture you need!”
“Dude, that isn’t how you cat call. You didn’t even mention that amazing rack of hers.”
“Yeah, I mean, how could anyone ignore those twin stars! Or do you prefer them to be called defibrillators for how alive they make me feel?”
“Come on, have some class. A girl dressed that fine deserves to be called as such, like the cat’s meow. And, just like any pussy, I promise I can make her purr.”
Sarah blinked as she looked up from her notes, searching to figure out where the sound of cracking knuckles came from. At least, until George stepped to her side with a hard frown on his face. “Sorry. I was off getting lunch for everyone, and it seems they forgot the rules.”
Sarah looked up at him, before curtsying in her bright, baby blue dress. It wasn’t the dress that George took in though as he looked down upon the girl, staring at the slight frills of a black bra that the loose sundress didn’t hide. So beautiful, but so odd with her red skin… He began to rub his chin while she stood up and said, “Please, I don’t mind the compliments. I find them quite flattering in fact, and it’s giving me great data on the nature of construction workers.”
George grinned at that as he shook his head. “You’re one of Dave’s new girls, aren’t you?”
Sarah eagerly nodded, holding her pen and paper in front of her as she looked up at him. “Do you know him well? Because if so, I have a couple questions for you, if you don’t mind.”
George raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Tell me, young lady, do you think you deserve to know about his past yet? I mean, how much does he even know about you to make the score even?”
Sarah blinked a few times, before biting into her lip. “Well, you see, I’m doing this for a friend so that she can stop worrying so much. So she, um…” She tried looking up at George, before quickly turning her gaze back down. “…No, sir. I apologize for the inconvenience, and I’ll head home then.”
George let her get two steps away before grabbing her shoulder. “Now, now. While I can’t tell you everything, I can tell you what I think is most important. You gave me the right answer after all.”
“The right answ…” She grew quiet as George turned to her, his arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes drilling into hers. For some reason though, she knew she couldn’t look away. Not now at least.
“Dave is the best man I’ve ever met, and I’m honored to call him my best friend, but there are times when I hate him, and there was a part of me that wanted to slug him when I found out about you three. I won’t explain why, as that’s his secret to tell, but…”
George grew quiet for a moment as he let out a deep sigh. Sarah could feel years of ache and pain leave with it, and it was only reinforced by his whispered words as he said, “Make… Make sure he can smile from time to time. He deserves it, even if he won’t always let himself actually feel it. Can you do that for me?”
Sarah smiled at him, before curtsying to him again. “I promise that I will do all that is in my power to do so. In fact,” she said as she popped upright, “if you think you could find a place for me, I’d love to start by getting a job here!”
“But I need-”
“To leave. I’m amazed that the knuckleheads haven’t broken something already, and I don’t need your double Ds knocking around all day, so git, will ya?”
Sarah nodded with a small giggle, before tapping her lip. “Alright sir, but, just for future reference, their F, not D.”
George watched as she ran off, his mouth hanging open for a moment as he pondered his chances. Maybe if he was ten… No, he wasn’t going to fool himself.
Even twenty years younger, and he’d probably be too crass for a broad like that.
I got another piece of art for Asa, though this time by the kind Pensaber!