Chapter 2
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Just dance“I feel like an idiot, where did you find these boots anyway?” Mae looked down at her thigh-highs and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. “I look like a hooker.” “You fit right in.” Kate smiled wickedly. “It is Kinky Friday, not Grandma Sunday.” “I’m not Kinky!” As soon as Mae blurted out the words, a young man dressed in ripped jeans and a T-shirt slipped behind her. “That’s too bad.” He said with a smile. He had dark eyes, short, wavy hair, and closely trimmed sideburns. “But, missionary can be fun too, with the right person.” “He’s a dog, slept with everyone in here.” "Including you, no doubt." “Did you want to dance with him?” “No. I, I cou… “Then, what’s the problem? C’mon, finish that drink and let’s get out there.” Kate was always so direct and abrupt. “I’m not dancing in these boots. I’ll probably trip on the way out, look all these people.” Mae was bending and folding the cocktail napkin between her fingers. Kate ordered two shots and another round of Cosmos from the waitress. “You just need to lighten-up, you’ll see, just let loose – have fun!” There was nothing fun about the place that Mae could see. Just a few feet away there was a line of men waiting to drink belly-shots off the bartender’s naval. Mae downed the shots as soon as the waitress delivered them. “I don't think two's going to be enough." |
Mae followed Kate's heels as they pushed through a sea of bodies to get to the bar. “This is crazy.”
“What?” “Crazy! I can’t hear myself think.” “Calm down, Mae – I’m gonna get you a drink. Just be cool.” “I said, THINK!” Mae gave up. Mae watched Kate shove her way to the bar. Oh my G-d, what if she doesn’t find me again? Minutes went by before Kate emerged, arms up, holding their drinks. They found their way to a high-top table. “I don’t belong here.” Mae’s voice strained as she tried to shout above the music. “C’mon Mae! Stop moping! Look at this place, there’s a sea of men here, just waiting to get hooked. And you’re lookin hot, you got the right bait, baby.” Kate leaned into the conversation, “Get lost, Mike.” “You get lost, just talkin here, tryin to have a little fun.” He looked at Mae, “wanna dance? I played a song for ya.” Fever for the Flava blared through the sound system and Mae's cheeks burned again. Kate stood-up, “No, she doesn’t.” Mae was frozen in silence, she didn’t know what to do. “It’s oka….” “What’s your issue? You here to sit on your asses all night, or what?” “F*CK-OFF.” Kate removed his hand from Mae’s arm as she said it. Then, he threw his hands up in the air and stormed off. “Oh my G-d, I can’t believe you just said that! You were so rude! How am I supposed to make Tony jealous if you're just going to chase them all away?” "I don't belong here! There's a guy with a pink leotard, and his girlfriend, or whatever she is has lace boyshorts - you can see everything!" "Live n let live, let's go!" Kate grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out onto the dance floor. Mae was overwhelmed by the crowd and the loud music. Elbows were bumping her, half-dressed bodies were rubbing up against her, and she was feeling dizzy from the alcohol. “Kate… Kate… KATE!” She said it louder each time until she got Kate’s attention. “I need to get out of here.” |
"I'm not a king, but I'll give you something royal..."
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I've had a little bit too much...
"Why aren't you ready? You're not going out like that?"
"I'm not going, Kate. I can't do it anymore, this isn't working."
"C'mon, it's only been a a couple months, you're just getting the hang of it." Kate put her hands on Mae's shoulder to turn her around towards the bedroom, but Mae wouldn't move.
"Look, the hearing is next week. Nothing is going to happen tonight that will change that. I'm tired of men who reek of beer putting their slimy hands all over me. Tony doesn't know or care what I'm doing, none of this worked."
"Mae..."
"Not going Kate. I'm done, done with the bars, the drinking, and the awkward feelings I get every time I dress in those ridiculous outfits and..."
"What do you mean, ridiculous? You look great."
"Kate! Are you listening? I can't do it."
"Okay. You wanna go get a bite somewhere, instead?"
"With you dressed like that? I don't think so, let me grab you a pair of jeans. Oh, and lose the boots, I've got sneakers."
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Untie the Knot...
{ Foreclosure sale, bankrupt dreams, empty rooms. }__________________________________________________________________________
SUPERIOR COURT OF NEW JERSEY
CHANCERY DIVISION – FAMILY PART
CAMDEN COUNTY
DOCKET NO. FM-04-7124-03
Anthony Marino
PLAINTIFF
VS CIVIL ACTION
Mae Marino
DEFENDANT
FINAL JUDGMENT OF DIVORCE
THIS MATTER having come before the Court on the worst day of your life, the Honorable Spawn of Satan presiding on the Motion of the Unscrupulous liar/Mother of all Martyrs, and both parties being present; and the Court having considered the moving papers, the findings of facts and conclusions of law and after hearing oral arguments:
ON THIS 1ST DAY OF The rest of your pathetic life, 2009, ORDERED AND ADJUGED by virtue of the power and authority of this Court, and the acts of the Legislature in such case made and provided: does hereby ORDER AND ADJUGE that the plaintiff and the defendant be divorced from the chains of unholy matrimony, and each of them, be freed and discharged from the misery of their obligation thereof, and that the marriage is hereby dissolved; and
IT IS FURTHER ORDERED and ADJUGED:
1. The parties were married on April 1, 1998; and the parties have come to this court to request dissolution of said bonds, and have asked the court to rule on motions and cross-motions filed in order to dissolve said bond equitably.
2. Based upon the findings of facts in the case aforementioned the court does find that the defendant failed to fulfill obligations as outlined in Section III under the provisions of pre-nuptial agreement, dated March 10, 1998; notwithstanding exemptions as outlined in Exhibit A of said agreement.
3. The plaintiff shall retain the right to visit any garden he so chooses and pluck any flower he so desires, without concern for defendant’s emotional distress or feelings of abandonment.
4. The defendant shall hereinafter be reduced to a pathetic, desperate, lonely woman who will forever attempt to recapture the plaintiff and trick him into reuniting under the false pretense that she will fulfill the obligations set forth in original pre-nuptial agreement between the parties.
5. The defendant shall retain the prior marital residence as the plaintiff no longer wishes to dwell in any place that remotely reminds him of the defendant.
6. The plaintiff shall retain all liquid assets in exchange for Deed to the residence mentioned above in paragraph 5 of this decree.
Honorable Spawn of Satan, P.J.F.P.
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How Soon is Now?
So you go and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home
And you cry and you want to die
And you leave on your own
And you go home
And you cry and you want to die
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"Mae, I know you're there. Pick up the phone. MAE! G-d dammit, pick up the f*cking phone! We lost it, Mae. Talked to the accountant and we've got to file bankruptcy. We lost the business, call me if you ever get out of your own f*cking head! There are other people in the world, Mae."
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