Monday 2 September 2013

Bar Brawl - MWBB

I'm a bit delayed posting my Mid-Week Blues Buster entry. There never seems to be enough hours in the day! This didn't reach the top three, and I do feel I tried to cram too much story into this flash piece, having to cut more than 100 words from it. I do like it though, and maybe I'll expand on it at some point.

The prompt was a song from a soundtrack this week
   Samuel L. Jackson’s rendition of, “Stack-o-Lee” from the Black Snake Moan soundtrack.

Steve was looking forward to tonight. It had been a while since he’d been out; she didn’t like him going, but he wasn’t going to miss out, not on seeing his favourite band.

He asked her to come, but she refused, claiming she didn’t feel well, another ploy to try and keep him home. He would’ve liked her there with him though, maybe then she’d see there was nothing going on behind her back. He loved Sam, why else would he put up with all her abuse? But he’d be damned if he was gonna stop living just because of her petty jealousies.

He pulled up in the parking lot and scanned the other trucks, seeing that Jake and Wes had already arrived. He sauntered over to the main doors and marvelled at how a simple barn conversion in the middle of nowhere had become so popular; the blinking pink and blue neon like a beacon into the night, calling them all to come and party.

Much to the chagrin of those waiting, Steve walked straight in, the bouncer giving him a smile and a nod. Inside cheers went up when they saw him and several beers were lined up on the bar waiting. He handed his keys to Vince at the bar. It was going to be a big night.

By midnight Steve was steaming, oblivious to everything around him except the band. Propped up against a bar stool he thrashed his head about to the beat, ignoring all the women hovering around him. It had been too long since he’s heard Harvey’s band play. But when a glass smashed on the bar and warm blood spattered his face he was suddenly sober, and seeing it was Wes, leapt to his feet.

It only took two swings and the guy with the bottle was on the floor. He foolishly hadn’t noticed Steve – his mistake. The bouncers cleaned the guy up, but Wes was bleeding badly, so he and Jake rallied, along with the two girls who’d been standing with them.

They all headed to the door carrying Wes, until a scream stopped them. When they turned, Steve saw Sam had one of the girls by the hair and was pulling her to the ground, punching and kicking her as hard as she could.

Steve let go of Wes and rushed her; grabbing her by the waist and pushing up against wall, restraining her with an arm across her chest.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I’ll teach that fucking floozy to mess with my man!”

“What? Are you crazy? She’s got nothing to do with me; she’s helping us take Wes outside. Can’t you see his head? It’s been cut open!”

“Yeah right, good cover.”

Steve was speechless. He stood staring at this crazed woman while she struggled to break free, still focused on the girl who was being helped up off the floor.

“Let me go!” She screamed, but Steve just pushed up against her, making it clear that wasn’t going to happen.

“What the hell are you doing here anyway, you said you were sick?”

Sam stopped struggling, although anger still blazed in her eyes. “How the hell else was I gonna to find out who you were screwing?”

Steve nostrils flared, and he abruptly stepped back, the sudden release causing her to stumble and fall to her knees.

“You really don’t fucking get it, do you Sam? I put up with all your shit and I still come home every fucking night.”

From her prone position she sneered up at him. “What? You trying to make me believe that you love me? Ha, don’t make me laugh.”

“No Sam, I DID love you, but I think I just stopped.”

Steve turned to leave, but Sam grabbed his leg. “Don’t you try to make me out to be the crazy one!”

“Oh no, don’t worry, your not the crazy one, I am; crazy to think that loving you would be enough.”

Steve yanked his foot out of her grasp and walked to the door, taking one last glance back at the crumpled woman on the floor. She looked broken - just like his heart.

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