Does V-Day Stand for Vengeance Day?

[astraeia]

Sheesh I have been busy! So many men seem to be strung out about Valentine's Day, which is coming up Monday in case you forgot. If you have a significant other, you'd better not forget if you know what's good for you. I've been dropping hints in Willy's ear for a while now, although he's usually good about remembering important dates.

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[stefan_d]

I've been doin' pretty good, but the upcoming gushy holiday is makin' me feel really crappy. Yet another Valentine's Day single, but the difference is that right at this moment I never want to even think about... not bein' single. If that makes any sense.

I plod into the Bar & Grille, noticin' that it's quiet. Astra is behind the bar, and I go over and sit down. "Hey," I say. "How 'bout a beer?"

[astraeia]

"Hey, Stefan!" I smile brightly, getting up to grab a glass. He looks very unhappy, and I have to restrain myself from asking some probing questions. After all, his ex was my friend. I probably shouldn't get in the middle of all that. "Coming right up."

[stefan_d]

"Changed my mind," I say abruptly before she pours it. "Bourbon, straight, please." Might as well go for it.

[astraeia]

"Okay," I tell him. "It's your hangover." I pour it and then look up, smiling, as Taffy walks in.

[stefan_d]

I look over at her. "Who hasn't? Well, maybe Astra hasn't but the rest of us at this bar? Yeah."

I'm halfway through my first glass of bourbon. It's kinda vile but hopefully it'll have the desired effect.

[stefan_d]

Maybe I can get real good and shit-faced. That'd be nice. "Oh, it was fine 'til I got home this afternoon. Vince called. He's back in New York now, but he still talks to India once in a while." I shrug. "Seems my ex has started to date again."

I finish off the bourbon, grimacing, and nod to Astra as she puts down my second one. "It's stupid of me to let it bug me. Not my business."

[stefan_d]

"Drunk as in can't-find-your-keys and spewing-in-the-bushes drunk? Sounds like an awesome plan." Man, that sucks for her, to have someone and not get to be with him tomorrow. "Sorry about Jordan," I say, feelin' like a heel for complaining to her so much.

[stefan_d]

"Hell yeah!" I knock back the last of my second bourbon and signal for another. "I've done break-ins. Numerous times. Long as we can remember how to get to the house."

I snicker. Maybe this won't be so bad.

[stefan_d]

"The dumber the better," I say. I'm startin' to feel not so bad. I think it's the booze. "Don't guess they have a Valentine's Day Chainsaw Massacre? 'Cause I think I'd like that."

[stefan_d]

"Perfect," I say. "We could pick up some of those Friday the 13th movies, too... ya know, the ones where the guy kills off all the kids fuckin' at summer camp? If I can't get any, nobody should be able to."

Oh, yeah, this bourbon is sweet. I order another one, ignorin' Astra's rueful look.