A cool breeze slid through the window of my 76' corvette. Not a bad
gig. I had managed to pull this smooth ride
with the cash from the last two jobs, and still had enough to give Lizzy some new ballroom
dresses and a
diamond necklace. Well, that was stolen, but I'm not telling.
Time to move on. Alway on the run. This time it's a new town, a
southern town. It felt strange,
I can't explain it. What turn of
events would be waiting in Savannah? I'm sure that whoever
comes my way in the scheme of events will not be too smart. Besides,it's the south.
Everything prim and proper and sweet iced tea, oblivious to time and reason. Money and jewelry, old widows
seeking one last chance at love, spiked
with extra dry gin- an intoxicating smell of a melting sunset
beside a rose garden. One last dance. No remorse from me, though what does
it matter.
What does it matter, I'll tell you. It matters none. Those old bags give nothing to society except for gossip
and taking up space. But, I can't complain with the income and travel.... though I do believe
Lizzy enjoys it more than I, as she nods her head to a Steve Miller song while lighting another cigarette.
She keeps smoking it up. And what do I feel? I feel thirty-four and about used up....
how much longer....how many more....what's next?
It almost seemed like I was thinking too much. I guess it was the feeling of anxiety set deep in my heart.
I new something was going to happen, but what I didn't know. I was definatly worked up about something.
After I pulled into a gas station and asked a guy named Zeke the way into Savannah of off this backroad,
I suggested that we go out for some drinks. We drove around for a while and finally found a happening bar,
convieniently named "The Drink," along the river at the Dandylion Inn. It was night time and lights flew
through the air of this quaint southern town. Entering "The Drink," a bright blue neon light lit up the dark bar.
Lizzy said she had to use the "little room," so I proceeded to the bar to order her usual 'vodka tonic',
double vodka, and mine would be a 'white russian.' I had soon caught the eye of a young female that sat
two seats down from where I stood. Maybe she didn't see me walk in with Lizzy or hear me order two drinks,
or did she care, but she sat there sucking on an olive attached to the end of a toothpick which obviously
belonged in her martini and not her mouth.
"What's your name,slick?" She said with a seductress eye.
"Rico." I glanced at the bartender with an impecable grin, then back to the "olive queen."
A short pause
gave me the impression that I was to ask her for her name. So I did.
"And what is your name.....slick?"
Boasting with arrogance.
"Well it can be whatever you want, but I go by Pat. The olive slid out of her mouth
by the ease and caress of her magestical fingers.
About that time Lizzy had managed to creep up from behind her.
Now, Lizzy and I have never had a fling, but I know one thing, when we go out together she hates for other
women to even look at me. She is a very possessive woman. With me being her parner and all I can't
help but be involved with her peeves and the girl had crossed the line. Lizzy, being the prison
gal she is, proceeded to defend her territory. Lizzy tapps her on the shoulder and grins at the girl.
"Well if your name can be whatever we want, why don't I call you slut and send you on your way."
The young vixen tossed her head to the side and fluttered off in a defeated feury. And that was about
all we saw from that crazy girl.
"Wow Lizzy, so intimidating." I said while glancing at her frame and shaking my chest.
"Hey, I have to look out for my partner, and I know you don't need any from a two-bit hussy like that.
Besides, she's probably inbread," while taking a sip of her drink.
We laughed a bit and drank even more. The night was well deserved and was definatly what I needed before
I started fresh in the morning. A fresh start in a new town.
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