myself fixating on something, I remind myself that I can think about
it in the morning and it’s worked so far. Of course it’s also helped not having to
see Brody every damned day of my life too.
I’m sitting in a comfy chair near the fireplace my eyes on the window watching as
the snow falls seeing that it’s really piling up. A message from management under
my door this morning warned that another front was coming through tonight which might
cause roads to be closed meaning I’m stuck here. But again, I’m not really that troubled
about it because there’s nowhere I need to go. The only bad thing is that Greer and
Addie probably won’t be able to make it up.
I’m on my second Negroni and am feeling very sated and relaxed as I fold my legs to
the side in the chair when the bartender walks over and places a drink on the small
table to the side of me.
“Uh, I didn’t order this,” I respond but he just smiles at me.
“It’s from the gentleman sitting at the bar,” he explains.
I look over at the orange drink. “What is it?”
“A Sloe Comfortable Screw,” he says with a smile then leaves to go back behind the
bar.
I frown and twist my head around to see the bar but no one in particular is looking
at me. Weird. I finish the Negroni and inwardly shrug because, hey, I just got a free
drink so whatever. As I sip my new drink, I keep my eyes peeled for anybody who may
be approaching but no one does, which is good because I’m really not in the mood to
deal with being hit on tonight.
After finishing my freebie, I hold in a yawn then sitting up straight push my shoulders
back in a stretch before standing. As I pass by the bar, I see there are only four
people sitting there now, three women and a man who’s got to be the husband of the
woman he’s sitting close to because they’re talking quietly and holding hands and
I don’t see him sending over a drink to me. I must’ve looked forlorn sitting there
so I guess someone who felt sorry for me sent it. I’ll have to remember to tell Ryan
this and the next time we’re out at Jen’s, we’ll have to put on our sad puppy dog
faces and see if it gets us free booze.
Walking through the quiet lobby, I see from the big clock above the check-in area
that it’s just a bit past midnight and as I’ve done all week, I climb the stairway
in the lobby to the second floor where my room is. There’s an elevator but I’ve found
it’s just as easy to take the steps. Before I get to the top, my phone buzzes with
a text and looking down to see who could be texting me this late, I almost drop it
and do actually trip on one of the steps.
Brody: Baby, I’m sorry about everything. I want to explain. Please give me a chance.
Shit.
Now what to do with this?
~~~
I hurry up the stairs and to my room, swipe the card and go in quickly because I don’t
want anyone to A) see me having a total freak-out moment in the hallway B) be privy
to the awesome undertaking of seeing me throwing my phone down then stomping it to
pieces as I jump up and down on it C) have their ears burst into flames because of
the salvo of curse words I’m getting ready to spew or D) all of the above.
Once inside my room, I find I’ve got fifty bazillion emotions coming at me at once
and it’s been proven over the past year that I don’t do so well when that much shit’s
hitting the fan, and Ryan’s helped a bunch, so because of this, I text her. She’ll
know exactly what to do. Well, at least so far she has. It’s Saturday night so I’m
hoping she’s awake. I know she’s not out with Mike because she told me he still hasn’t
contacted her. Jerk.
Me: Brody just texted me. Let me send a screenshot
I click the buttons on my phone to capture the text then send it to her. Two minutes
later she responds.
Easy Ry-dah (by the way, she entered her own contact name in my phone): WHAT???!!!
I say a quick prayer thanking
it in the morning and it’s worked so far. Of course it’s also helped not having to
see Brody every damned day of my life too.
I’m sitting in a comfy chair near the fireplace my eyes on the window watching as
the snow falls seeing that it’s really piling up. A message from management under
my door this morning warned that another front was coming through tonight which might
cause roads to be closed meaning I’m stuck here. But again, I’m not really that troubled
about it because there’s nowhere I need to go. The only bad thing is that Greer and
Addie probably won’t be able to make it up.
I’m on my second Negroni and am feeling very sated and relaxed as I fold my legs to
the side in the chair when the bartender walks over and places a drink on the small
table to the side of me.
“Uh, I didn’t order this,” I respond but he just smiles at me.
“It’s from the gentleman sitting at the bar,” he explains.
I look over at the orange drink. “What is it?”
“A Sloe Comfortable Screw,” he says with a smile then leaves to go back behind the
bar.
I frown and twist my head around to see the bar but no one in particular is looking
at me. Weird. I finish the Negroni and inwardly shrug because, hey, I just got a free
drink so whatever. As I sip my new drink, I keep my eyes peeled for anybody who may
be approaching but no one does, which is good because I’m really not in the mood to
deal with being hit on tonight.
After finishing my freebie, I hold in a yawn then sitting up straight push my shoulders
back in a stretch before standing. As I pass by the bar, I see there are only four
people sitting there now, three women and a man who’s got to be the husband of the
woman he’s sitting close to because they’re talking quietly and holding hands and
I don’t see him sending over a drink to me. I must’ve looked forlorn sitting there
so I guess someone who felt sorry for me sent it. I’ll have to remember to tell Ryan
this and the next time we’re out at Jen’s, we’ll have to put on our sad puppy dog
faces and see if it gets us free booze.
Walking through the quiet lobby, I see from the big clock above the check-in area
that it’s just a bit past midnight and as I’ve done all week, I climb the stairway
in the lobby to the second floor where my room is. There’s an elevator but I’ve found
it’s just as easy to take the steps. Before I get to the top, my phone buzzes with
a text and looking down to see who could be texting me this late, I almost drop it
and do actually trip on one of the steps.
Brody: Baby, I’m sorry about everything. I want to explain. Please give me a chance.
Shit.
Now what to do with this?
~~~
I hurry up the stairs and to my room, swipe the card and go in quickly because I don’t
want anyone to A) see me having a total freak-out moment in the hallway B) be privy
to the awesome undertaking of seeing me throwing my phone down then stomping it to
pieces as I jump up and down on it C) have their ears burst into flames because of
the salvo of curse words I’m getting ready to spew or D) all of the above.
Once inside my room, I find I’ve got fifty bazillion emotions coming at me at once
and it’s been proven over the past year that I don’t do so well when that much shit’s
hitting the fan, and Ryan’s helped a bunch, so because of this, I text her. She’ll
know exactly what to do. Well, at least so far she has. It’s Saturday night so I’m
hoping she’s awake. I know she’s not out with Mike because she told me he still hasn’t
contacted her. Jerk.
Me: Brody just texted me. Let me send a screenshot
I click the buttons on my phone to capture the text then send it to her. Two minutes
later she responds.
Easy Ry-dah (by the way, she entered her own contact name in my phone): WHAT???!!!
I say a quick prayer thanking
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