3There is always time for tequila
Niña tonta.
How many times had I been called that since I'd started my life here. Despite the dire situation I had to crack a smile. Tears would be more appropriate but I had never been one to act according expectations. Foolish I was indeed.
As I pushed the numbers on the dirty old phone I wondered how I had gotten to this point. All I wanted was to start a new adventure, discover who I wanted to be. I thought by amending my life and being useful I would at least contribute something to society. It didn't really matter where, as long as I could just live my life. Haha, what a joke I had made of myself. There was no doubt I was going to end up in hell now.
I discovered how important trust was in these last few months. Everyone I thought was my friend turned out to be two faced. Well, that was to be expected in this business. However that did not mean I signed up for all this! I sighed and vowed to never let anyone else influence my decisions again.
It should be general knowledge to not trust anyone with beautiful eyes. It would've saved me a lot of trouble if I held onto that thought. Eyes like honey, sweet and innocent. More like dangerous and devilish. They would haunt me for the rest of my life. Well what was left of it anyway. The chances of surviving here would be tough but if there was one thing that I learned from this journey here it was that I would not go down without a fight.
I was fed up with being the foolish little girl. Even in another country I got the same damn label. What was it about me that screamed 'bastards and bitches over here'? I've always wondered that. It was enough. Foolish girl no more, the girl from hell was born.
No one would dare to mess with me from now on. My poor dad would be so shocked and disappointed when he realized his daughter wasn't the obedient, respectful woman he thought he'd raised. Oh well, maybe in my next life.
"Yo, you gonna start calling or what? I don't have all day."
I turned around and mustered up the biggest glare I could imagine. All I had to do was think of my sister and my face would contort naturally. It was a gift.
"What, you think acting cute is gonna save your little ass? Dream on chica. You are in some deep trouble."
Right. I forgot that while my sister could pull off that bitch face, on me it would look adorable. Curse those genes. Really mom, you could not have tried harder to make me look more like the rest of your crazy bitch family?
"Really Señor Mustacho, what girl would ever want to look cute for you. You got some loose treads around the imagination parts of your brain."
Mr Mustacho was beginning to turn red, which was quite the accomplishment since he was already pretty red from all that tequila he consumed. Ah, good old tequila. Maybe I could use my charm to get some of that tequila. I would have to say bye to the good stuff for a while.
"Stop calling me Mustacho! Listen you-"
"My eyes are up here Mustacho. I know boobs and eyes are both round shaped but even you should know the difference."
"I was n-"
"Sure you weren't. That's what they all say. I may look sweet and naïve but that doesn't mean that I can't tell you pigs are leering at my boobs like fat people on a diet drooling over a McDonalds commercial."
"Chica, they are hard to miss. Right on display, might as well make your stay here worth your while."
"Bitch what? Your thirsty mind really must be dysfunctional for thinking that my boobs are the highlight of your miserable life. Pathetic." Ha.
Way to work your charm, Maya. Just keep up the insulting the man. That will make you get that tequila faster.
"Okay, you little puta. I've had enough of you whining. Just make the damn phone call so we can all continue what we do best."
"You mean you getting drunk, trying to act all high and mighty while your wife clearly wears the pants in your so-called relationship. Yes, that's right I heard you trying to suck up during that conversation."
"Querida, lo siento.. voy a conseguir los comestibles después del trabajo." I mimicked his drunk voice.
"I'm telling you, you are not going to get laid tonight. Especially after all that yelling from her." I snickered. I was so proud of myself. In only four months I had managed to be able to understand and hold conversations in Spanish. Life goal 13: check.
Suddenly I was brought back to the situation at hand when the noise of the clattering chair came to my attention. Shit, maybe I went too far. Men and their stupid pride. I looked to the left and saw the man lying on the floor groaning about god. I contemplated laughing until the tears streamed down my face when I saw the tequila bottle a few meters away from me. A giant grin took over instead and I am pretty sure my eyes showed stars. Chance, baby!
I let go of the dirty old phone and ran towards the bottle. I had just taken a big gulp of tequila when the door to the room slammed open with force. While the liquid burned my throat I looked up to see the boss stand in the opening looking pissed off. Okay, maybe it was time to panic now.
"What the hell is going on here?! Rodrigo, you good for nothing piece of shit! Why is the girl sitting there with a tequila bottle?
"Sir, I-" The murderous look the chef threw me made me shut my mouth immediately. Clearly, it would be stupid to start pissing him off more. I might lose the one phone call I had.
Apparently the shouting had done nothing to wake up Mustacho. The man must have passed out after that all that alcohol and the fall. The chef must have realized this as well for he kicked him in the head. Ouch, that looked painful.
"Despertarse, pedazo de mierda!" Mustacho started groaning and slowly lifted his head. When he saw the chef he jumped up immediately and put his hand to his head to show some form of respect. It was a little too late for that now. He winced from the movement. I've got to give the guy some credit; it almost looked like he was fully sober.
"Rodrigo, why is the girl still here? And with a tequila bottle no less?!" Mustacho looked confused and then looked over at me sitting there with the tequila bottle still clutched in my right hand. I waved a little with the bottle while smiling to let him acknowledge I was still there.
"Sir, she was about to make her call." He looked away quickly after the chef's glare. The vein on his temple was dangerously growing. Well, someone could use a course of anger management. He could definitely use the tequila more than I did.
"About to, you say?" Poor Mustacho, I felt I needed to help him. After all, he did provide me with tequila. Sort of.
"Yes, I was dialling but then I forgot that I had to use the land code before the phone number. Silly me, hehe."
The glare was now focused on me and I tried using my puppy eyes. It usually worked. The glare slowly turned into a stare and as the chef glanced between me and Mustacho, I could practically feel the massive frustration radiating off of him.
"You have three minutes. Rodrigo, make sure she gets escorted directly after she finishes that call. I won't tolerate any more idiocy. That goes for both of you!" The chef punched the desk and stormed away, slamming the door in his leave.
"Well then. That was random. No wonder you feel the need to drink. That guy is so uptight. He really needs a chill pill. You're not going to clean the mess you made? I gestured towards the spilled liquid and the fallen chair."
"Chica, Dios mio! Just start calling already. He will be back in three minutes. If you don't want to spent the rest of your life dying here or dying now I suggest you make that call, you brat."
I almost felt sorry for Mustacho. He still managed to act sympathetic after what I put him through. Wuss. No wonder his wife had him under her thumb.
"Alright, alright, Mustacho! No worries, I'll use my three minutes wisely. Happy?" He grunted and reached for his head after moving it too fast. Man, I really should be more scared for my life. I started dialling again, this time actually using the land code to reach the one person I could trust no matter what.
The phone rang three times and I my mind was faltering a little when I realized that I might have wasted my phone call. Of course, the one time I truly don't need laziness-"
"Hello..?" Oh yes, thank you God. Maybe the volunteering really paid off and put karma in my favour. Hmm, probably not.
"Hi Rico, it's me Maya. Remember when we joked about rocking those orange overalls if it were us starring in Orange is the new Black? Well, the overalls in Mexico are grey.."