He hoped that the taste of mint overpowered that of alcohol; just a couple of beers for Dutch Courage; as they shared a soft kiss, and when she exited the bathroom a deep breath escaped his lips, elicited by the visage before him. This was the woman he loved and, as he'd done for the past month, he told himself that the fire she'd ignited could be quenched by continuing to visit prostitutes. Lila need not be aware, and in the end, it was for her benefit. A man could justify any act if he desired to commit it enough.
“Bring someone,” she had said with a smile that always meant mischief, so here I was with Miller, in the back seat of Scottie’s car on our way to Anita’s, where we would get drunk off whatever we could find in her mom’s liquor cabinet and whatever Scottie brought us. Tonight, it was some red wine (“Fifty dollar Cabernet Sauvignon, not just wine,” Anita had scolded) and lemon-flavored vodka with grapefruit juice, because that’s all we could find in the fridge. I’d had about two and a half glasses of each by the time Anita said, “Let’s go to the Woodgate church!”
“My bride,” he said, lying still and kissing her lips gently. “Are you all right?”
After talking about general things, Johnny had remembered seeing a full moon right before he entered the pub for a second time that night. His southern, romantic, roots were taking hold of him when he asked Clarissa, “Hey darlin,’ would you like to take a stroll along the shoreline?” Clarissa looked him over, first looking into his eyes, then to his chest, then back up to his eyes again. “I would love to,” she responded, sort of stunned that he had taken an interest in her. Johnny got up first, then hurried to Clarissa’s chair to assist her out of it. He could see that she was wearing some pretty fierce high heels, so he wanted to make sure she didn’t stumble and embarrass herself, plus he was a gentleman through and through. His hand, he threw
Emboldened by the need to explain herself, Dallea looked up at the man with the respect he deserved. “I needed to say goodbye. I hope I have not angered anyone with my late arrival.”
The week and a half I had to mull my decision over, led into a much lighter conversation with Mary. That day I made sure to be a good 15 minutes early. Waves of ease went through my body as I walked back into our claustrophobic break room. I called her over to talk. Squeaking of her computer chair echoed through the room. She stood and walked over to me, promptly pulling out a seat for herself. “What did you want to talk about Elizabeth?” she inquired.
To entertain myself for the duration of their private discussion, I engage silently into other people’s conversations and interactions. After observing Clyde flirt with girl after girl at the bar, all the while, Derrick watches with envious eyes, I draw my attention to Mary, who stands in the corner having a ‘break’ with her tongue down some guy’s throat. Nice Mary. I avert my eyes in disgust.