It was a slow day at the bookstore today, so I got to write
Written for OLWG# 253
I looked up from my drink when I heard the door swing shut. I saw KC threading his way between the empty tables, heading in my direction. He signalled Rhonda for a couple of drinks.
“I’ll have whatever Jimbo’s drinking,” he said.
“You sure?” Rhonda asked.
KC nodded his head, and when Rhonda went to work, he sat down at the bar, next to me, “I been driving up and down Alvarado looking all over for you, Jimbo. Whatcha doing?”
“Not now, KC. I’m trying to get drunk.”
About that time, Rhonda brought over our drinks. KC tossed a couple of bills on the bar. She picked up the money and hovered. I finished the one I’d been drinking in a single gulp and reached for the new one.
KC took a sip of his and grimaced, “Jeeze! What the hell are you drinking, man?”
Rhonda smiled and answered, “Scotch and coke. I asked if you were sure.” She chuckled and faded back down the bar. KC pushed his drink away, grabbed a handful of peanuts and began chewing.
As KC struggled to get the nasty drink taste out of his mouth, I told him that I was here hiding from Linda.
“Aren’t you and Linda supposed to be getting married in a couple of months?”
“I’m having second thoughts.”
“What do you mean, Jimbo?”
“She’s turning into a control freak, man. I’ve been getting the silent treatment for over a week now. I don’t even know why. She doesn’t like my dog anymore either. Wants me to surrender Dillan to the pound. Says that he stinks.
“One of her friends from High School came to town a week or so ago and wanted to hang out. Linda didn’t want to invite her over to the house. Eventually, she did and, I was told what to wear, told not to drink too much, and told what to cook on the barbecue. I cracked a joke over dinner, and Linda reacted with nothing but wide eyes. I’m telling you man, that shut me up right there. Didn’t talk for the rest of the night, she couldn’t ‘a been happier.”
KC had another sip of his drink before remembering that he didn’t like it. He shook his head and almost spit it out. “Sounds tough, man.”
“It’s getting tough, KC. It’s getting tough. I’m telling you, she has her teeth in deep. I been worrying about what I was going to do, but I think I’ve solved that problem.” KC just nodded his head, waiting for me to elaborate on my plan. I took another slug of Scotch and coke.
“I’m joining the French Foreign Legion.”
“Bullshit,” KC called.
“No bullshit,” I replied. “I’m going to Aubagne. I booked a flight for tomorrow.”
“So, you gonna tell Linda, or are you just gonna leave?”
“I’ll probably tell her just before I go to the airport. She’ll probably be pissed off, and it might be kinda fun. Ya know, something she can’t control.”
“What are you going to do tonight?” KC asked.
“Dunno, get drunk, get laid. I’m open to suggestions.”
This week’s prompts were:
- driving down Alvarado
- sink her teeth in deep
- don’t be praying for me