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“Sam”
It wasn’t what
he wanted
he needed a
change of scenery
to get out of
an apartment
that was shrinking
before his eyes
breath in something
besides this stale
and stagnant air
that was a
subtle reminder
with each breath
of how his
life
has been going
as of late,
he was only
on his second
drink
when she took
an interest in
him
he sat alone
at the far end
of the bar
letting the ice
melt
in a extremely
heavy pour
of Tanqueray
in his gin
and tonic
the five dollar
tip
he had given
the bartender
after the first
round
was starting to
pay back some
dividends,
she had come
up
behind him
slipping her soft
hands
over his eyes
her very ample
breasts
pushing against
his back
as she leaned
in close
and whispered
in his ear
“guess who?”
her hot breath
felt like a
tongue
running down
the length of
his neck
he paused before
giving her a
reply
as if getting
ready
to play a
game
this only caused
her
to pull him
against her
tighter
“oh,
come on now
and guess”
she playfully wined
so he did
“the next woman
I’m going to
sleep with?”
she giggled at
that
“no silly,
my name,
if you’re a
good boy
we might play
guess the future
later”
she lets her
hands
slide down the
side of his
face
to his shoulders
then taking a
step back from
him
he turns in
his chair
she was short
with an average
body
with the biggest
percentage
of what little
weight
she carried
riding in
her breasts
which alone
would make her
a magnet
in any bar
but her face
had this cute
pixie like
quality
to it
and that was
what all of
his attention
was focused on,
he calmly takes
a drink
as he looks
her over
as if he was
looking for a
clue
as to what
her name was
when a very
unhappy looking
guy
walked up behind
her
and put his
arm around her
waist
as he started
dragging her off
to his table
she didn’t fight
it
she just walked
backwards
with a frown
on her face
as they both
kept looking at
each other
when he shouted
out
“Becky,
your name is
Becky”
this put a big
smile
on her face
that he was
still
playing the game
as she shook
her head no
and shouted back
“Guess again”
he quickly yelled
“Beth”
her smile got
bigger
as she shook
her head no
even faster
he just started
rattling off names
she was still
laughing at this
when the guy
got her into
a chair
at his table
with her back
now towards
him,
he turned his
chair
back to the
small
black and white
television set
that was playing
the Kings vs Sharks
hockey game
he pulled the
straw
from his drink
then finished it
off
in one long
deep swallow
he then nodded
to the bartender
who quickly started
making him another
drink
after getting two
five dollar tips
he was hoping
for a third
the bartender
smiled back
as he made
sure
to let him
see
he was trying
to drown the
ice
in Tanqueray
with his extra
long pour
leaving just enough
room
to drizzle some
tonic water
over the top
of the highball
glass
before bringing
it
over to him
the bartender
couldn’t hide
his smile
as he walked
away
with his third
five dollar tip,
he stirred the
drink
trying to mix
in
that slim trace
of tonic water
before throwing
out the straw
squeezing the lime
over the top
of the highball
glass
then pushing
the rind
beneath the ice
with his finger,
her perfume
hung in the
air
it’s light scent
clinging to him
like the warmth
of her body
when it was
pressed up against
him
making him want
to turn around
and take another
look at her
but he knew
it was best
to wipe that
whole episode
from his mind
everyone on
that far side
of the room
seemed to be
friends
with the angry
guy
and of the girl
that he couldn’t
guess the name
of
even though that
was the most
contact
that he had
had with a
woman
in a long time
he forced himself
not to turn
around,
he was starting
to put a
dent
in his drink
while he was
watching the
hockey game
trying to remember
the last time
he had even
seen
a black and white
television set
when the angry
guy
walked up to
the bar
and ordered a
beer
he kept looking
forward
as the bartender
went to get it
then he finally
spoke
“Just so you,
know,
Sam is with,
Me”
he doesn’t turn
towards the guy
just stirs the
ice in his
drink
with his finger
then says
“Ok,
so you won’t,
mind
if I ask
that short girl
for her phone
number,
then”
he knew that
he shouldn’t have
said anything
that was his
one chance to
just finish his
drink
and walk away
but the gin
was having it’s
desired effect
he was feeling
strong
and unbreakable
and up for
a challenge
“That’s who I’m
talking about,
the short girl
her name is
Samantha,
I just call her
Sam”
the bartender
brought him his
beer
not saying a
word
to either man
then walked away
with a five dollar
bill
for a $4.75 dollar
beer
no wonder his
five dollar tip
had such a
big impact here
the guy grabbed
the long neck
of his beer bottle
and held it
by his side
then turned
towards him
and said
“I’m not a man
to be F---ed
with”
the angry guy
stood there staring
at him
waiting for a
response,
he took a
drink
of his gin and
tonic
then said
“It wasn’t you
I wanted to
F---,
it was the
short girl”
looking out of
the corner of
his eye
at the beer
bottle
waiting for it
to come swinging
at his head
the color of
the guy’s knuckles
was changing
as he squeezed
harder
on the long
neck
of the bottle
his own hand
slips from his
glass
and starts inching
towards a fork
laying on top
of a cloth
napkin
he hadn’t noticed
before
and taking a
second
to make a mental
note
that this place
serves appetizers
for the next
time
he’s in here,
a few more
seconds pass
he could see
the guy starting
to relax,
his grip on
the neck of
the bottle
loosen,
if he kept
his mouth shut
he might just
be able to
walk out of
here
he was just
letting go of
the fork
when she bounced
up
and wedged
herself
between the
two of them
it was probably
her perfume
that made him
say it
not the gin
when he let
a loud
“Hi Samantha”
come out of
his mouth
which causes her
to squeal
in delight
and start jumping
up and down
her tight
low cut blouse
struggling to keep
it’s contents
contained
as Sam was
capturing all of
the male attention
in the room
their eyes following
her every bounce
with the anticipation
that something might
just slip out
as the threads
of her blouse
were pulled to
their maximum
stress points
“You Guessed It!”
she screamed
in between leaps
“Here’s your prize”
as she kissed
him
on the lips
midflight,
he was just
starting to recognize
the fruity flavor
of her lips
probably coming
from a strawberry
daiquiri
when the bottle
came up
and glanced off
his head
just missing Sam’s
her lips
still locked to
his
he gets off
a swing
with his forkless
left hand
but still being
seated
he can’t get
any weight
behind it
even though it
catches
the other guy
on the chin
it only causes
him
to stumble
backwards
he was still
seated
when the guy
came back
hard
with a
fury of
clinched knuckles
coming in fast
till one made
a solid landing
across his left
eye
he was out
cold
before he even
fell from his
chair
the next thing
he remembers
is opening his
eyes
and seeing peanut
shells
littered all over
while still sprawled
out
on the floor
the bartender
holding a wet
bar towel
to his free
flowing wound
in an almost
now deserted
bar,
two things were
going through his
mind
as he lay
there
trying to find
the strength
to sit up
and that was
that fifteen dollars
in tips
bought you some
medical support
in this place
and how come
he wasn’t offered
peanuts
when he sat
down,
he finally drags
himself up
from the floor
to the counter
holding the wet
towel
to his head
as he takes
his chair
he steadies himself
the smell of
her presence
still lingering
in the air
he wets his
lips
the faint taste
of strawberries
still stuck to
them
as he tilts
his glass
and holds it
at that angle
till it’s gone,
he looks up
at the black
and white
television
score tied
2-2
as the Kings
and the Sharks
go into OT
he turns towards
the bartender
and nods
the bartender
smiles
as he starts
to pour
a full glass
of gin
over ice
only waving the
bottle of tonic
water
over the glass
trying to get
a laugh
then brings the
drink over
walking away
with another
five dollar tip,
he stirs the
ice around
with the straw
just enough to
soften the bite
of the gin
pulls out the
straw
squeezes the lime
over the top
of the highball
glass
then pushes the
rind
beneath the ice
with the finger
from his right
hand
his left hand
still holding the
wet towel
above his left
eye
he looks back
up
at the black
and white
television set
and takes a
drink
right as they
drop the puck
in OT
and then utters
only one word
“Sam”…
Tom Allen…10-06-2018…
It wasn’t what
he wanted
he needed a
change of scenery
to get out of
an apartment
that was shrinking
before his eyes
breath in something
besides this stale
and stagnant air
that was a
subtle reminder
with each breath
of how his
life
has been going
as of late,
he was only
on his second
drink
when she took
an interest in
him
he sat alone
at the far end
of the bar
letting the ice
melt
in a extremely
heavy pour
of Tanqueray
in his gin
and tonic
the five dollar
tip
he had given
the bartender
after the first
round
was starting to
pay back some
dividends,
she had come
up
behind him
slipping her soft
hands
over his eyes
her very ample
breasts
pushing against
his back
as she leaned
in close
and whispered
in his ear
“guess who?”
her hot breath
felt like a
tongue
running down
the length of
his neck
he paused before
giving her a
reply
as if getting
ready
to play a
game
this only caused
her
to pull him
against her
tighter
“oh,
come on now
and guess”
she playfully wined
so he did
“the next woman
I’m going to
sleep with?”
she giggled at
that
“no silly,
my name,
if you’re a
good boy
we might play
guess the future
later”
she lets her
hands
slide down the
side of his
face
to his shoulders
then taking a
step back from
him
he turns in
his chair
she was short
with an average
body
with the biggest
percentage
of what little
weight
she carried
riding in
her breasts
which alone
would make her
a magnet
in any bar
but her face
had this cute
pixie like
quality
to it
and that was
what all of
his attention
was focused on,
he calmly takes
a drink
as he looks
her over
as if he was
looking for a
clue
as to what
her name was
when a very
unhappy looking
guy
walked up behind
her
and put his
arm around her
waist
as he started
dragging her off
to his table
she didn’t fight
it
she just walked
backwards
with a frown
on her face
as they both
kept looking at
each other
when he shouted
out
“Becky,
your name is
Becky”
this put a big
smile
on her face
that he was
still
playing the game
as she shook
her head no
and shouted back
“Guess again”
he quickly yelled
“Beth”
her smile got
bigger
as she shook
her head no
even faster
he just started
rattling off names
she was still
laughing at this
when the guy
got her into
a chair
at his table
with her back
now towards
him,
he turned his
chair
back to the
small
black and white
television set
that was playing
the Kings vs Sharks
hockey game
he pulled the
straw
from his drink
then finished it
off
in one long
deep swallow
he then nodded
to the bartender
who quickly started
making him another
drink
after getting two
five dollar tips
he was hoping
for a third
the bartender
smiled back
as he made
sure
to let him
see
he was trying
to drown the
ice
in Tanqueray
with his extra
long pour
leaving just enough
room
to drizzle some
tonic water
over the top
of the highball
glass
before bringing
it
over to him
the bartender
couldn’t hide
his smile
as he walked
away
with his third
five dollar tip,
he stirred the
drink
trying to mix
in
that slim trace
of tonic water
before throwing
out the straw
squeezing the lime
over the top
of the highball
glass
then pushing
the rind
beneath the ice
with his finger,
her perfume
hung in the
air
it’s light scent
clinging to him
like the warmth
of her body
when it was
pressed up against
him
making him want
to turn around
and take another
look at her
but he knew
it was best
to wipe that
whole episode
from his mind
everyone on
that far side
of the room
seemed to be
friends
with the angry
guy
and of the girl
that he couldn’t
guess the name
of
even though that
was the most
contact
that he had
had with a
woman
in a long time
he forced himself
not to turn
around,
he was starting
to put a
dent
in his drink
while he was
watching the
hockey game
trying to remember
the last time
he had even
seen
a black and white
television set
when the angry
guy
walked up to
the bar
and ordered a
beer
he kept looking
forward
as the bartender
went to get it
then he finally
spoke
“Just so you,
know,
Sam is with,
Me”
he doesn’t turn
towards the guy
just stirs the
ice in his
drink
with his finger
then says
“Ok,
so you won’t,
mind
if I ask
that short girl
for her phone
number,
then”
he knew that
he shouldn’t have
said anything
that was his
one chance to
just finish his
drink
and walk away
but the gin
was having it’s
desired effect
he was feeling
strong
and unbreakable
and up for
a challenge
“That’s who I’m
talking about,
the short girl
her name is
Samantha,
I just call her
Sam”
the bartender
brought him his
beer
not saying a
word
to either man
then walked away
with a five dollar
bill
for a $4.75 dollar
beer
no wonder his
five dollar tip
had such a
big impact here
the guy grabbed
the long neck
of his beer bottle
and held it
by his side
then turned
towards him
and said
“I’m not a man
to be F---ed
with”
the angry guy
stood there staring
at him
waiting for a
response,
he took a
drink
of his gin and
tonic
then said
“It wasn’t you
I wanted to
F---,
it was the
short girl”
looking out of
the corner of
his eye
at the beer
bottle
waiting for it
to come swinging
at his head
the color of
the guy’s knuckles
was changing
as he squeezed
harder
on the long
neck
of the bottle
his own hand
slips from his
glass
and starts inching
towards a fork
laying on top
of a cloth
napkin
he hadn’t noticed
before
and taking a
second
to make a mental
note
that this place
serves appetizers
for the next
time
he’s in here,
a few more
seconds pass
he could see
the guy starting
to relax,
his grip on
the neck of
the bottle
loosen,
if he kept
his mouth shut
he might just
be able to
walk out of
here
he was just
letting go of
the fork
when she bounced
up
and wedged
herself
between the
two of them
it was probably
her perfume
that made him
say it
not the gin
when he let
a loud
“Hi Samantha”
come out of
his mouth
which causes her
to squeal
in delight
and start jumping
up and down
her tight
low cut blouse
struggling to keep
it’s contents
contained
as Sam was
capturing all of
the male attention
in the room
their eyes following
her every bounce
with the anticipation
that something might
just slip out
as the threads
of her blouse
were pulled to
their maximum
stress points
“You Guessed It!”
she screamed
in between leaps
“Here’s your prize”
as she kissed
him
on the lips
midflight,
he was just
starting to recognize
the fruity flavor
of her lips
probably coming
from a strawberry
daiquiri
when the bottle
came up
and glanced off
his head
just missing Sam’s
her lips
still locked to
his
he gets off
a swing
with his forkless
left hand
but still being
seated
he can’t get
any weight
behind it
even though it
catches
the other guy
on the chin
it only causes
him
to stumble
backwards
he was still
seated
when the guy
came back
hard
with a
fury of
clinched knuckles
coming in fast
till one made
a solid landing
across his left
eye
he was out
cold
before he even
fell from his
chair
the next thing
he remembers
is opening his
eyes
and seeing peanut
shells
littered all over
while still sprawled
out
on the floor
the bartender
holding a wet
bar towel
to his free
flowing wound
in an almost
now deserted
bar,
two things were
going through his
mind
as he lay
there
trying to find
the strength
to sit up
and that was
that fifteen dollars
in tips
bought you some
medical support
in this place
and how come
he wasn’t offered
peanuts
when he sat
down,
he finally drags
himself up
from the floor
to the counter
holding the wet
towel
to his head
as he takes
his chair
he steadies himself
the smell of
her presence
still lingering
in the air
he wets his
lips
the faint taste
of strawberries
still stuck to
them
as he tilts
his glass
and holds it
at that angle
till it’s gone,
he looks up
at the black
and white
television
score tied
2-2
as the Kings
and the Sharks
go into OT
he turns towards
the bartender
and nods
the bartender
smiles
as he starts
to pour
a full glass
of gin
over ice
only waving the
bottle of tonic
water
over the glass
trying to get
a laugh
then brings the
drink over
walking away
with another
five dollar tip,
he stirs the
ice around
with the straw
just enough to
soften the bite
of the gin
pulls out the
straw
squeezes the lime
over the top
of the highball
glass
then pushes the
rind
beneath the ice
with the finger
from his right
hand
his left hand
still holding the
wet towel
above his left
eye
he looks back
up
at the black
and white
television set
and takes a
drink
right as they
drop the puck
in OT
and then utters
only one word
“Sam”…
Tom Allen…10-06-2018…