If you haven’t read part 1, start here.
Donald and Freddy sat at a back table, a beer to each of them.
“Who you keep staring at?” said Freddy.
Donald shook his head. “Nobody, forget it.”
“Don’t be a pussy. Who is it?”
“The girl I ran into at the door. She seemed nice.”
“We want bad bitches, not basic bitches. Where she at?”
Freddy poked his head up like an ostrich, prompting Amanda and Thurma to stop looking in Donald’s direction.
“The blonde or brunette?” said Freddy.
“God, you have to be so obvious?”
Freddy smacked Donald on the forearm. “You have to be such a bitch? Blonde one’s hotter, go for her.”
“No. I like the brunette,” said Donald, glancing at Thurma after he said it.
“Makes sense, you don’t have enough confidence to take down a tiger like that blonde. Girl got a dumper.”
“Tiger? Dumper? What?”
“Are you gonna go over there or just sit here and talk about going over there?” said Freddy.
Donald scratched the back of his head, then crossed his arms and sunk into the table. He took a sip of his drink.
“Let me finish my beer first. That way I have a reason to-”
Before he could finish his sentence, Freddy knocked the glass mug off the table. It shattered and the blue moon washed away.
“What the hell?” said Donald.
“Oh shit, looks like you need another drink! Now get your ass over there and talk to her.”
Donald bit his lips, checked out Thurma again, then stood up.
“Be an asshole. Else you’ll be stuck in the friend zone again.”
Donald sighed. “Got it,” he said, then started over to the bar.
- * *
“Oh, he’s coming,” said Amanda, nudging her friend.
“Which one? The douche or the one who maybe lifeguards during rainy days in autumn?” said Thurma.
Amanda’s head bobbed back. “That was a pretty specific description.”
“Just tell me!”
“The tall one with the good-boy hair.”
“God no. Shit. I don’t want to do this. Come with me to the bathroom,” Thurma said, then stood up from her bar stool.
Amanda grabbed the bottom of her skirt and whipped it up.
“Stop!” Said Thurma, snapping back into her seat.
“Haha. You’re going through with this. Remember – demand respect.”
“By being a bitch?”
“Oh shit. God dammit. Got it.”
The two went quiet, and Donald took the seat beside Thurma.
- * *
Donald turned to Thurma, and the two met eyes. Neither smiled, and both instantly looked straight ahead.
“Waddup,” said Donald.
“Who are you talking to?”
Donald looked at her. “Oh. Didn’t notice you there. You’re so short.”
Thurma raised her eyebrows, then turned to Amanda. Amanda pushed her so hard Thurma’s barstool rocked and sent her colliding into Donald.
Donald caught her in his arms. “Be careful! You okay… idiot?”
“Yeah, I – What?”
Thurma pursed her lips together. “You’re not good enough for me. Bye.”
“Oh. Ok,” said Donald. He began looking around for Freddy, but his friend had disappeared from their table.
“Who are you looking for?” said Thurma, hands to her hips. “And why are you still here?” She brushed one of her curly brown locks back behind her ear, then stood with her hands at her hips.
“More… bitches,” said Donald.
“You’re looking for more bitches?”
“Yea. Badder ones. You’re a basic… be-yotch.”
“We prefer the to be called females.”
“Oh ok. I’m looking for more females.”
“You sound like a moron.”
“Ok,” said Donald. Both opened their mouths to speak at the same time, then stopped when they thought the other person would. Neither said anything, and both looked away.
“You’re kind of a b,” said Donald.
“A b?” said Thurma, before pressing her tongue into her teeth. “What’s that b stand for, eh?”
“I said ‘B’, not ‘A’.”
They both smiled and laughed.
Something gave Donald a sudden jolt forward, and his momentum sent him shoving Thurma into Amanda. Both girls spilled their drinks all over their dresses, then stared at Donald with shark jaws.
Wide-eyed, Donald slowly turned around to see who had shoved him.
“Waddup bitches, see you’ve met my friend. Huge cock, case you were wondering. Name’s Freddy,” said Freddy, as he extended his hand out for the girls to shake.
To be continued…
– Thomas M. Watt