Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 1, 2007 2:36:59 GMT -5
The slender hand scrawled furiously across the paper with a beautiful fountain pen. The handwriting, despite the lack of time, was nothing short of professional, though. And the words… Not so much.
“FUCK YOU.”
Underlined. Capitalized. Would have been in red ink had he some on him. And he held up the memo pad in the face of the lanky girl in front of him who was grinning. She laughed at the words now, standing, stretching as if the statement had affected her none. He didn’t follow suit, though. Merely watched her adjust the height of her cargo pants as they’d been dragged down when she’d joined him at his level.
“C’mon, Alex. Get over your fucking and grab your ID. “
Clearly, these two were well underage.
His hand flew across the page again, forming the beautiful letters. He thrust it in her face and she read it aloud. “’Why?’ Why? Dude. I’m offering you free drinks and you ask me why?” She made a face portraying shock in a mocking fashion. “Who are you and what the hell did you do with Alexander?”
He grinned, already up at the words “free drinks”, memo pad and pen in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Sweet. Let’s go. Open bar lasts from eight to nine. We can make it for a round before then if you got your ID on you.”
He looked hesitant to admit that he did. After all, he was always suckered into paying. But she volunteered to provide accommodations for the expenses and he nodded eagerly.
It wasn’t long before they were wading through the throng, fake ID’s on hand and waiting to prove their worth; pictures matching down to the last strand of disheveled hair. And a smoke or two may have slipped in there somewhere. But the kids were clean other than the drinks and occasional cigarette.
The two had taken up the vacant table near the same corner, Alex’s memo pad out on the tarnished wood and filled with tic-tac-toe boards. X’s had won most of them. And by the dim light overhead, they were coming in for another win when the last O was placed… Foiling the crafty X.
Alex sat back, stretching with a yawn. A flash of silver from the inside of his mouth; the only piercing he’d bothered with. His tongue held a short barbell, which was rarely shown to the world. Which worked in his favor for his parents would positively kill him. But being a mute had it’s advantages.
She stared up at him with pale green eyes, grinning in her silent triumph. O’s had finally won. “Hah. In your face. You buy next round.” Even though she’d gotten her ass handed to her multiple times.
Her hands worked through the long locks of multicolored hair, tying it back to relieve her neck of the sticky sweat. She smiled, clapping her hands. “C’mon. Go get ‘em.”
So the youth dragged himself to his feet. He would have protested if she hadn’t gotten the last round.
“FUCK YOU.”
Underlined. Capitalized. Would have been in red ink had he some on him. And he held up the memo pad in the face of the lanky girl in front of him who was grinning. She laughed at the words now, standing, stretching as if the statement had affected her none. He didn’t follow suit, though. Merely watched her adjust the height of her cargo pants as they’d been dragged down when she’d joined him at his level.
“C’mon, Alex. Get over your fucking and grab your ID. “
Clearly, these two were well underage.
His hand flew across the page again, forming the beautiful letters. He thrust it in her face and she read it aloud. “’Why?’ Why? Dude. I’m offering you free drinks and you ask me why?” She made a face portraying shock in a mocking fashion. “Who are you and what the hell did you do with Alexander?”
He grinned, already up at the words “free drinks”, memo pad and pen in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Sweet. Let’s go. Open bar lasts from eight to nine. We can make it for a round before then if you got your ID on you.”
He looked hesitant to admit that he did. After all, he was always suckered into paying. But she volunteered to provide accommodations for the expenses and he nodded eagerly.
It wasn’t long before they were wading through the throng, fake ID’s on hand and waiting to prove their worth; pictures matching down to the last strand of disheveled hair. And a smoke or two may have slipped in there somewhere. But the kids were clean other than the drinks and occasional cigarette.
The two had taken up the vacant table near the same corner, Alex’s memo pad out on the tarnished wood and filled with tic-tac-toe boards. X’s had won most of them. And by the dim light overhead, they were coming in for another win when the last O was placed… Foiling the crafty X.
Alex sat back, stretching with a yawn. A flash of silver from the inside of his mouth; the only piercing he’d bothered with. His tongue held a short barbell, which was rarely shown to the world. Which worked in his favor for his parents would positively kill him. But being a mute had it’s advantages.
She stared up at him with pale green eyes, grinning in her silent triumph. O’s had finally won. “Hah. In your face. You buy next round.” Even though she’d gotten her ass handed to her multiple times.
Her hands worked through the long locks of multicolored hair, tying it back to relieve her neck of the sticky sweat. She smiled, clapping her hands. “C’mon. Go get ‘em.”
So the youth dragged himself to his feet. He would have protested if she hadn’t gotten the last round.