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“Her Special Night”
 
She had said
she’d never been
that far before
he said
that’s ok
it’s easy
she was unsure
as he tried
to get her
to take
one more shot,
a little Bacardi
“151”
will help
relax you
he said
pushing a capful
from the pint
bottle
her way
its plastic
cap
holding more than
a shot glass
she scrunches
up her nose
and shakes her
head no
“I’ve already had
three”,
“look
you came here
to party,
now
you don’t want
to drink
or do
anything else”
he tells her
giving her a
look
like she’s not
normal
she turns away
from him
“I thought you
liked talking to
me”
she said
feeling pressured
and uneasy
“can’t we just
talk?
that’s fun too”
he gives her
a bit of a
grimace
unhappy with
the way
his conquest
is going
“just take the
shot
and then we
can talk some”
peer pressure
which normally
works
well for him
isn’t,
so he turns
back to
Bacardi
a sloppier
and slower
approach
but a time
tested and
trusted one
“let’s talk
a little
then I’ll take
the shot”
the three
previous
shots
not yet
lowering
her inhibitions
instead
giving her a
boost of
self confidence
“you told me
I was special
that you loved
me”
he takes the
shot
and fills up
the cap again
“see I took one
now it’s your
turn”
“not yet”
she says
“do you love me?”
giving him a
look of
this answer is
important
he had better
get it right,
he hadn’t planned
on this much
work
he thought
he had laid
the ground work
already
at school
his blue eyes
and sparkling
smile
usually do
most of it
and an argument
where words were
involved
was not something
he fared well at
“Yes, I love you
I wouldn’t be
here with you
if I didn’t”
he knew
he could
fold back the
sheets
and get her
in them
if he could
just get a
few more
shots
into her
“ok, we talked
now it’s your
turn
to drink”
a bit of
desperation
in his voice
feeling
she might be
slipping away
“just another
shot
you promised”
he says
pulling out his
smile
and as much
charm
as he had left
in reserve
his smile
starts getting
brighter
as she reaches
for the shot
she did promise
she thinks
to herself
what’s one more
shot
this one
doesn’t burn
as much as
the others did,
he starts to
feel
more in control
things are getting
back on track
he knows
the next shot
won’t take so
much coaching
he takes one
himself
hoping to prompt
her
into taking
another
on her own
he holds out
the bottle
and the cap
to her
“I just took one”
he tells her
“give me a minute
or two”
she says
he realizes
he took his
shot
to soon after
hers
to prompt her
for another,
something
he’ll remember
for the next
girl
at the next
party,
she looks at
him
a little differently
now
his eyes
regaining that
dreamy spell
they had on
her
at school
she’s starting to
believe
she can trust
him
that he loves
her
“ok, I’m ready
for another shot”
he lunges for
the bottle
his hands
can’t get the
cap off
quick enough
spilling some
on to the
table
she giggles
at his mess
happily taking
the over flowing
shot
not feeling
anything
as it travels
downward,
her heart
turns to a
blank page
she’s starting to
think
tonight is going
to be special
she knows now
he’s meant
to be
the one,
he can’t stop
smiling
as he talks
to her
he’s sure now
he knows how
this night
is going to
end
he slides his
hand
into his left
pocket
of his jeans
checking to
make sure he
brought
those foil wrapped
packets
he always
depends on,
then
as his left
hand
was fishing
around in
his pocket
his whole world
went dark
he could already
feel
the soft tissue
around his left
eye
starting to swell
shut
as he looked
up
from the floor
through his right
eye
at a pissed off
girl
standing over
him
poised in attack
mode
“my sister,
you put the moves
on my little
F---ing sister,
she’s only 15”
he tried to
scoot away
from her
but had nowhere
to go
she swung again
at him
and caught part
of his nose
he shrank
into the corner
her little sister’s
eyes
beginning to open
and see the
true him
but unsure
as of what
to do
everything’s
happening
so fast
the Bacardi 151
spinning her world
around
but aware enough
to grab her sister
and try and
pull her
off him
and from
the room
as she starts
trying to kick
him
with her boots,
laughing now
at her big
sister’s
wild attempts
to connect
with anyone of
her limbs
and inflict more
pain on him
her sister finally
stops
and storms out
of the room
“Let’s Go!”
is all she says
she starts to
follow her sister
but then stops
and looks back
into the room
he is slouched
against the wall
left eye
completely swollen
over
not really looking
all that charming
lying there
with his left
hand
still stuck
in the pocket
of his jeans
she’s still
taking in the
whole scene
when she notices
some blood
making its way
out of his
nose
“how could I be
so F---ing Stupid”
she says
as she closes
the bedroom door
then hurries to
catch her sister,
understanding
now
that thanks to
her
big sister
she’s walking out
of that bedroom
with everything
she walked
in with…
 
     Tom Allen…01-07-2018…