“You would never believe what I found out last night!” exclaimed Amber. Her hair was a mess and she still wore the stained country club shirt from the night before. She burst in the door and the crisp air-conditioning met her sweaty face with a welcome jolt.
“Oh God, now what?” I asked from behind the bar. My hair was pulled back tight that morning, almost in an effort to pull my eyelids open. Amber looked like shit, her makeup was smeared and her hair was half frizzy and half wet from the rain.
“That little mother-fucking weasel cheated on me!” she squealed. “I leave him alone for one fucking night and he fucking fucks her, that nasty bitch, I don’t even know her name… Fuck.”
“Watch it…” I say, as a nod my head at Earl, the club’s only regular. It was raining that morning, and unusually hot—even for July. No one would be out to golf this morning, and other than Earl, it was doubtful that anyone would be out to drink either.
“Oh, fuck, Earl you don’t care do you,” Amber tells Earl.
“Eh..” Earl replies taking another drag off of his spit drenched cigar.
“Well, how do you know he cheated?” I ask. “He could just have been riding the Harleys with Shane and not come home or something.” “You know how they get all pissed up and on top of the world…”
“Nope, nope, no, no I know he did it! That scrawny bastard did it, ‘cause this morning he came home with a fucking huge suck mark on his neck and he’s passed out right now smelling like whore….” she said, still slightly out of breath.
I imagined Jake, passed out, buck-naked, reeking of alcohol and women. This image made me chuckle—
“Well what the fuck are you laughing about?” growled Amber.
“I just… well I can’t imagine him picking up any girls. I mean you aren’t exactly with him for his looks…” I stumbled.
“Ha! Well I guess that’s right. I kind of always took pride in the fact that I could have anyone I wanted. I mean when we go to the mall guys always stare at me and I sometimes I grab Jake’s bony little hand just to make them do a double-take. I know exactly what they are thinking… ‘what the fuck is HE doing with HER??’ I love that,” she retorted.
This girl has some serious issues, but it’s true I guess. I mean Jake may be one of the geekiest looking men I have ever seen. I am surprised he actually cheated on her first. “You are awful Amber—but again are you SURE?” I ask.
“Positive. I might leave him. Probably not though, I have him right where I want him now. Before, he worshiped me. Now the little fuck will do absolutely anything I ask… Just a little guilt trip is all it takes. What a little rat,” Amber said. “Well I’m gunna go wake him up. Scare the shit out of him, I’ll see you at four—“
The door slams shut and I can’t decide who I feel more sorry for, Jake or Amber. I think probably Jake.
1 comment:
Sounds like a familiar incident, only changed a little. I was actually really impressed, very well written. Detail was great.
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