Thursday Throw out!!

Hi all,


Welcome back, once more, for your weekly installment of my literary shit show.


So, fight scenes, not my strong suit. However I am better at them than sex scenes. So, there is that. I was writing some emotion evoking scenes for my romance novel, but I am just not quite done with them. Hence, I decided to give you this. I would appreciate feedback, if you would be so kind. this post is a little longer than my normal few paragraphs, but I felt it needed setting up. ENJOY


Detour




 The band is taking the stage  when we walk in. I see cotter stand and lift a hand to us as we approach the tables. Race nods but stops short, pulling out a chair for me to sit in at a table toward the front of the dance floor.  Shortly after we are seated a bubbly blond waitress stops and drops off a beer and a blue drink with an umbrella in it.  I eyeball the overly girly drink, lifting an eyebrow in Rayce’s direction.


“It’s blue UV and Seven-Up, do you like?”  He asks innocently.


I hate fruity drinks, save for Moscato wine, so no, I am not impressed.  Furthermore, why is this waitress just randomly drooping it off for me. Neither of us have been anywhere near the bar yet. Am I supposed to believe that the waitress just guessed what I drink? For that matter, how does Rayce know what it is?


“I am not really a fan of fruity drinks. I prefer whiskey on the rocks.” Rayce’s eyes bug out a little when I mention my drink of choice and I give myself a mental high five.


The chair on my other side scrapes across the floor and I feel a hand fall on my shoulder.  I see Rayce’s jaw twitch, then curve into an insincere grin. Glancing in the direction of the offending hand, I see Cotter smiling in my direction. I nod, turning back to Rayce who’s expression has turned to one of shock. Confused I look back toward Cotter, and find two blonds with him. One is perched on cotters knee eyeing me wearily, while the other scowls at Rayce from behind her friend. Unclear about the strange situation, I shake off Cotter’s hand and turn toward the stage where the lead singer of the band is donning his guitar.


“I saved us a booth guys, are you sure you want to sit way up here. The booth is way more private.” Cotter says with a pointed look at Rayce.


“We are fine right here. Feel free to go back if you want to.” Rayce clips back.


Okay. Must be time for me to get a drink.


I push away from the table, and receive a panicked look from Rayce. I smile reassuringly before walking toward the bar. I am not sure what is going on between those two, but I am not going to sit in-between the pissing match.  I watch as the bartender pours my double shot of jack, lingering to savor the first sip. Slapping a tip on the bar, I turn to head back almost colliding with another female as I pivot. I drop my eyes and toss out an apology, as is per social standard, but the female does not move. Finally lifting my gaze, I find the scowling blond #2.


“Are you his girlfriend?” She barks, stabbing her heavily manicured nail in Rayce’s direction. The girl wobbles on her feet, obviously intoxicated.


“No.” I laugh.


“Good. Then you won’t mind if I take him next door for round two then. “She stares at me, waiting for a reaction. Though my blood has turned to ice from her comment, I don’t let it show on my face. Drawing a placating smile across my lips I take a deep breath. I do not know, and do not care, what round two means.


“Be my guest, sweetie.” I say sweeping my hand toward the table.


“I didn’t think he would be interested in a pig like you.” She whispers, but not quietly enough for me to miss it. She takes a step toward the table, but I shoot my leg in front of hers before she makes footfall. The blonde topples on her three inch stilettos, falling face first into the corner of a table. I stare down at her unmoving frame. The alcohol along with the blow to the empty head must have knocked her unconscious. Her friend screams and runs over, fanning her with a table menu.  I step over her, taking my shot back to my chair, but only get a few feet before blond #1 starts to yell.


“You BITCH! You did this to her!”


I stop in my tracks and raise an eyebrow at her. “It’s not my fault your friend can’t hold her liquor.”


“BITCH!!” she screams again and lunges at me from her crouched position.  I step aside and watch as she flies into the table next to were Rayce sits. An angry bouncer comes over and drags her to her feet, then does the same with her friend.  I chug my shot and set it down on the bar, waiting for the bouncer to return for me. I watch doe-eyed as he returns to his perch next to the door, not even glancing in my direction. Something cold grazes my fingers and I turn back toward the bar where my hand rests. The bartender nods at me and I wrap my hand around another shot of Jack Daniels. I smile and wave a five at her, but she shakes her head no. This night is shaping up to be okay after all.
******


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