Wednesday, January 1, 2014

#WedBriefs Flash Fiction It's All in the Tips #4 by A.R. Von

First I would like to wish you all a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 

Welcome to Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction! As always, I was given various options to inspire this weeks brief. I chose to go with the photo used below and the word prompts "You're not the boss of me." use puppy eyes or "He gives a new definition to flaming!" and "Don't get your knickers in a twist..."

I hope you enjoy & thank you for reading!

"It's All in the Tips #4"

 I quickly raise my head up in fear. Could she be taking about my Mr. Sexy? I sure hope not. I think—not.
I KNOW that would put a major strain on our friendship. I know it’s a harsh thing to think, but my gut is telling me that he’s something special and all of my girlie bits are telling me he’s mine!

Marcia is still not looking me in the eye and I suddenly experience a feeling of nausea.

 She takes a short breath and speaks faster than I’ve ever heard her speak before, “He’s the guy that helped with psycho control earlier. The one who ordered the bottle of Patron and has been nursing it ever since.”

Wow with a side of unbelievable! I’m stunned and grateful! Now that I think about it. He was watching her a lot and ignoring all the other females who approached him for company. “I know who you mean. Well, damn woman. He can sure pound down the hard stuff! I’d like a normal introduction if you don’t mind. I was worried he was a trouble maker earlier with all of the alcohol running through his bloodstream.”
She whips her head up lightning fast and stares straight into my eyes. “No, he’s not trouble Renee. Far from it. It just—well, it takes a lot for him to get drunk. He’s a great guy. I promise. Oh, and I happen to know the other guy who helped escort the nutty pirate out has the hots for Darla, major hots! Tex told me a few nights back while he was popping open a bottle of champagne to celebrate me and him…just being together I guess. But we both figure it’s best to let nature take its course, you know? Let them meet each other their own, let fate be their guide.” She smiles at me and looks at me knowingly.
I’m getting a feeling I might not like what she has to say next. I don’t have to wait long at all to hear what’s going through her mind because she steps closer, places a hand on my shoulder, raises her puppy eyes to mine and gives a sort of pleading pouty smile. “I also noticed that guy who came in last. Right as the wench was stirring up shit.You know that indescribably sexy, really tall and solid looking hot stud of a cowboy...Well, I noticed he only had eyes for you and dang my biffle!” She gives a full body shudder as if she’s just had a mild orgasm then asks, “Do you know him?”

I think for a minute, if I should tell her about meeting him earlier or not and decide on the former. There’s no reason for me to hide the truth. I trust her and Darla more than I ever have anyone, so I tell her about the actual run in and display of heroism right along with the name I gave him. “Mr. Sexy? Very original Renee, not! That man gives a new definition to flaming! He deserves a better nickname or pseudo name like Mr. freakin Sexy.”

The bitch is actually in full belly laughter mode right now and I want to give her a friendly bitch slap or even better put her in a choke hold until she passes out.
 How dare she make fun of my name for Mr. Nameless?  I’m pissed off right now!

She must see the steam coming out of my ears because her laughter stops abruptly and she puts her hands up in surrender. Not even a smile on her face. “Don't get your knickers in a twist..."

I’ve always had a horrible uncontrollable temper that only seems to show itself sporadically. Like right now. I’m not even thinking about it or why but my lips start moving and spurt out a very immature come back, "You're not the boss of me. So just zip it." I give her my back as I try to pull myself together. These tantrums or whatever you want to call them of mine suck and seem to be getting worse with age. Am I going through some sort of regression or some shit? Sometimes, it feels like there’s an animal inside of me trying to break free. A very angry animal that’s tired of staying hidden and being alone. But that’s ridiculous! I’m just a woman who works hard for her money and drools over how cowboy-looking guys vibrate my core with just a few words. Yup that’s me.

“Renee? RENEE! Snap out of it and calm down.”

I feel soothing vibrations flowing from her words, calming the anger I couldn’t control only moments ago. This isn’t the first time she’s done that. Actually, Marcia has had the same effect on me many times over the years. I just never really paid enough mind to it…To think of questioning either of them. Or at least, I think that’s the reason. I can’t even remember.

I don’t even recall why I was just so rip roaring angry for that matter. “Let’s get back out there and get to work. Darla’s been out there with only Troy and we’ve been back here too long. Let’s just forget everything for now…”

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