The Mulligan Throw Out

Hey all,
Well, I finally figured out why I am a complete basket case...but that is not a story for this media. Since this gives me a small amount of solace, I am a bit calmer at this time...hopefully it lasts.
I got 500 words into this weeks throw-out, and my computer rebooted. Unfortunately, I was unable to reproduce said pros, but I tried my best. So I am bringing you what I am going to dub The Mulligan Throw out. Hope you enjoy!


The Last Adventure of Those Girls

"That's the thing about being famous, love. People only want you around as long as you have something to offer them. The second you are used up, they drop you like a bad habit. “ Quinn gives me a pointed look.

A dry laugh escapes me as I try to bite my tongue.  Unfortunately, I cannot contain my snark. “Sweetie, try having nothing to give to begin with. That’s when you know who your friends are.”

“Well, you sure jumped on the opportunity to hop on this plane today. “

“Quinn.” Sage scolds.

“It’s okay, I get it.” I say to Sage, “Your brother thinks I am in this for the money. I don’t blame him, I mean, what other reason would I have to like you. Besides the fact that I didn’t even know you guys were famous until last night. But, hey, thanks for judging me.” I shoot a slant eyed stare at Quinn before walking to the back cabin of the plane.

The rear room of the plane has a plush leather couch wrapping around the sides and back wall . The area is not overly large, but there is room enough for at least ten people to sit and relax. Flopping into the far corner spot, I curl my legs under myself and brood. Tom, the lead guitarist, strums a melody on his six string, and glances at me from under his eyebrows, attempting to hide his smirk.  My cheeks heat as I turn my head. Not what I need right now.

Steve, the rhythm guitarist and backup vocalist enters with his acoustic, sitting across from Tom.  Nodding to one another, they begin to play a familiar melody. When Tom starts singing, I instantly join in. Nothing like Dr. Hook’s “Cover Of The Rolling Stone” to lift your spirits.

Before the first line is even out of my mouth, Caroline, Tiegan, and Ivy are already swaying through the door. I stand and meet them in the middle of the room, as we sing and dance along to the music, expertly played by our own personal bards.

A hand peels its way across my thigh, as Sage enters the room. He takes the spot in the corner I just vacated, with his drumsticks he lightly taps out a beat on the side of his steel-toe boot. I feel him watching me and it makes my skin tingle. Fin finally struts in, joining our little sisterly circle.

We wrap up our tone-deaf rendition of Dr. Hook, and the boys go straight into Steelers Wheel “Stuck in the Middle,” so we continue to dance and sing. I am impressed that they are playing the classic rock that I was raised on. I know that their music has a harder edge to it, though, so maybe this is how they warm up.

I spy Quinn in the entrance and he nods toward the other room. Reluctantly, I pull myself away from the other girls, shooting a glance in Sage’s direction. He winks at me, setting my nerves at ease, as I follow Quinn to the front cabin. Abruptly, he whirls on me and wraps me in a hug.

“My brother is my life, but if he likes you, I do too.” He whispers in my ear, kissing me lightly on the cheek. Just as suddenly, as the hug came on, he releases me, joining the others in the back lounge. I can hear him singing “Whipping Post” by the Almond Brothers, as if nothing just happened.

Gathering my thoughts, I clutch my cheek where his lips grazed the soft skin. I understand Quinn a little more now, even through his erratic actions, and cooler than you exterior, he is just a scared kid, trying to protect his family. 

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Adu friends :)