Conciliable – Chapter 3

Catching my reflection on the glass I’m being handed, I can’t help but realize how damn sexy I am.  I’d look better than every guy in here just wearing jeans and a plain white tee; but you know, I wear all them brands well.  I keep it classy, what can I say?  For example, right now I’m standing at this bar wearing casual dark Affliction denim with a white, long-sleeve Gucci dress top under a long-sleeve black v-neck with just the top of my thin red Burberry tie showing through, and of course, I’ve got my red Supra Muska Skytops on.  I know I look good, but that isn’t what matters, what matters, is that the ladies know that I look good.  I mean look right over to the left, that blonde’s been undressing me with her eyes while licking her lips for the last 15 minutes; how much more obvious do you have to be?  Let’s just say: I don’t go to the ladies, they come to me.

            Taking a drink of my Captain & Cola, my eyes wander over to a curvaceous brunette with bouncy long curls draping down her back.  From behind she is definitely my type; easily my type.  She could effortlessly be my comparison for months to come if she does what I know she will… Well damn, look at that: there’s the smile, flirtatious eye contact and here she comes.  Ha.  Straight like clockwork these women are.  Better simile: they’re easier to read than a ‘See Spot Run’ book. 

            Her dark brown curls are now transforming to a delightfully light brown color.  Almost like my own little version of Megan Fox: hot.  Let’s hope her personality is just as sensual as Fox’s too.  Her hips sway seductively as she raises her chin just the slightest so that her eyes are directly level with mine; she’s good.  As she draws closer I have the bartender refill my drink.  I turn around just in time for my next lay to slowly slip into the seat to my left. 

“Buy me a drink.” Well check her out!  She doesn’t even ask; straight command.  I turn to the bartender and ask for a Gin & Tonic.  Turning back to my left she slowly lets a smirk curl the corners of her lips up.  Shiiit, she’s going to be the hottest thing in my bed tonight.  Who am I kidding?  I’m going to be the hottest thing in my bed tonight.  The bartender hands her the drink. 

“Thanks hun” she says leisurely as she stands up, with drink in hand and walks away.  Woah! Woah! Woah! Is she really going to try and play hard to get right now?  Girl, I don’t even think so. 

            I let her walk away; who does she think she is?  Turning back towards the bar I down my drink.  Straightening up, I brush my shirt off; you know, gotta look fresh, can’t have them wrinkles stuntin’ my game.  Catching my image in the mirror behind the bar, I realize I look way too sexy tonight to let the second hottest thing in here not go home with the hottest thing in here.  Approaching the table, I notice her shifting her shoulders so they face away from me.  I hope she wasn’t trying to be sly with that one.  Reaching the table, I accidently bump into it just hard enough to jostle her elbow and tip that drink she’s hovering at her lips all down the front of her deep v-neck dress. 

“Let me help you with that.”  Way to easy.

            She tried to put up the front she was no different.  Please.  She’s just like every other female.  Do they really think because I’m this hot that I can’t also read them?  She went to bed just as quickly as the others have; just as quickly as the others will.  God.  She’s great, but this dumb-ass locket keeps hitting me in my face.  As I go to unlock the clasp, she pushes my hand away.  So I decide to roll her over and she finishes me off like a pro.

            “Would you mind heading out?  My girlfriend will be home early this morning,” it hadn’t been but maybe 10 minutes; but she had to go.  Sitting up she looks me straight in the eye; I don’t see the normal remorse start to pinch her eyelids.  All she does is shake her head yes, crawl out of bed, slip on her dress and head out the door.  I wish they’d all be that easy to get to leave… 

            “What is this!? Why the hell was this trampy-ass necklace laying on MY nightstand?!”  Sitting up, I slide my hands over my face and see my girlfriend standing there with that goddamn locket swinging back and forth in her hand.

Conciliable

I’m going to post chapters of my short story (ies).

Chapter 1

A cool night air blowing in through the window made the vast space seem instantly cramped.  The room had faint shadows playing hide and seek on the wall as they neared the end of their existence.  There were ostentatious pillars keeping the feeble, yet elegantly designed roof floating far above head.  The frames hanging on the wall, while grand and matching their surroundings had long been out of style.  The images had faded and flaked away into small piles below where they once hung with unmatched allure.  Towards the corners of the room, as well as sporadically along the walls, chairs which were no doubt impressive during their hay-day now sat heavy with dust.  Long ago this room may have sheltered many laughs, smiles, accomplishments and defeats; but tonight, this room would surely experience something it had yet to.

It had not been long since three individuals were escorted in one by one.  It was easy to tell the one in the center had no idea she had a male on either side; one much older and the other just a few years her elder.  It was possible they thought they heard the constant rising and falling of another’s chest, but their paranoia had completely clouded their better judgment by this point.  The inclusion of each one was brought on by a different unconscious decision they had each made at some point in their so-far trivial lives; one was brought by misallusion, one by choice and one by force. 

Perfectly parallel to their statuesque figures, rested an archaic and noble table.  But to call this merely a table would be belittling and show the utmost disrespect.  It carried its own sense of understanding, yet it was also weighed down with such a burden.  It was far bigger than most from its time, but yet tonight, it had shrunk with apprehension.  There was also a scent that it gave off: it was calming to the nerves, yet would choke the throat if inhaled too deeply.  Gently resting upon its surface sat three small objects; each perfectly spaced from the one next to it.

What seemed like a small lifetime had gone by since the three were placed perfectly parallel to the table in front of them.  The levels of anxiety were bursting so much beyond their capacities even the smallest of mice and insects had cleared the room long ago.  The one on the far right had begun to twitch and fidget incoherently, yet he still remained on his feet.  It was uncertain whether the others had acknowledged the obvious noises coming from their right, for both of them had small habits of their own to pertain to.  The one in the middle was drowning in her thoughts; her newly found confidence was quickly drifting away with the night air.  It is certain, that if she were to be asked even the simplest of questions right now, she would implode.  Then there is the younger of the 2 males on the far left.  Surprisingly, his butterflies do not stem from fear as do the others, but his grow more from a certain level of arousal.  It is far from question why each individual was brought here tonight.

As the last drop of wax fell from the only candle left flickering, three blindfolds were instantaneously removed.  As three sets of eyes adjusted to their surrounding, the table swiftly faded into the dark that was the rest of the room as the three objects made themselves unbelievably clear.  On the table lay a locket, an orange pin and The Catcher in the Rye.