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15minuteficlets
Meet Patrick and Emilie. They stared in last year’s NaNo. This is pre-book.
“I,” Patrick announced solemnly as he stood up from the bar, “am on a quest.”
“You,” Emilie informed him as she lit a cigarette, “are fuckin’ drunk.”
“Then, I’m on a drunken quest.”
Emilie rolled her eyes and stood up to catch Patrick as he started to falter. “And I’m on a quest to get you into a cab before your dumb ass falls over.” She poked him hard in the ribs and got him moving. “C’mon, you drunk fuck. There’s a shiny cab waiting just for you.”
“For me?” Patrick’s smile was loose and uneven.
“Just for you. They threw the other drunks out and scrubbed the upholstery so that you could puke on fresh seats.” Emilie sighed as Patrick listed. “Where’s your cane?”
“I dunno.”
Emilie pushed Patrick against the bar and glanced around. She slapped his face lightly. “Patrick. Cane. Now.”
“It’s,” Patrick cut off to giggle and point. His finger was aimed in the general direction of the men’s room. “Trash can.”
“You put your cane in the trash can?” Emilie wondered how she’d missed Patrick coming out of the bathroom without his cane. She chalked it up to the fact that Patrick walking drunk and Patrick walking without his cane were pretty similar under the circumstances. “Stay here. I’ll go get it.”
“You can’t go in the men’s room!” Patrick sounded offended. “You’re a girl!”
“And you drank more liquor than you should have while on pain pills. I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Patrick held up three fingers in a sloppy boy scout salute. “Promise.”
“All right. Stay put.” Emilie turned around and walked over to the rest room. With one last quick look over her shoulder to make sure Patrick hadn’t slumped to the floor, she kicked the men’s room door open with her foot and walked in briskly. “I’m looking for a man’s cane.”
“I gotta cane for you.” A guy at the urinal leered at Emilie. “I’ve always liked redheads.”
Emilie glared. “You won’t after me, I can assure you.”
“Sounds like it could be fun.” The man leered again and waved his dick at Emilie. “He likes you.”
“You wave that thing at me again, you won’t get it back.” Emilie stepped around the man and walked over to the sink. She pulled the trash can out from under the counter and saw Patrick’s cane sticking out of the top. ~I can’t take that fuck anywhere to get drunk.~ She yanked the cane out of the garbage and walked back to the door. The door flung open as she approached, and she found herself eye-to-chest with a very large man who was obviously very drunk.
“Hey.” He smiled at her and licked his lips.
Emilie tried to slide around him, but he blocked her. “Sir, if you don’t want to end up with a knee in your balls, I suggest you move.”
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in here?” He reached out to touch Emilie.
Emilie pushed his hand away and held the cane up. “I’m on a fucking quest.”
“I’m on a quest, too. How’s your cunt?”
Emilie swung the cane around and caught the guy in the balls. “Off limits.” She shoved her way around the man, now bent over himself, both hands on his privates, and left the bathroom. She saw Patrick waving from across the bar, and she waved back.
“You found it!” Patrick grabbed his cane and slung a loose arm around Emilie’s shoulders. He didn’t see her struggle to stay upright underneath it.
“C’mon, let’s go pour you into bed.”
Patrick smiled and gave Emilie a sloppy kiss on the top of her head. “Wanna come to bed with me?”
“Not now. Not ever.”
“Okay.” Patrick let himself be led to a cab.
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15minuteficletsMeet Patrick and Emilie. They stared in last year’s NaNo. This is pre-book.
“I,” Patrick announced solemnly as he stood up from the bar, “am on a quest.”
“You,” Emilie informed him as she lit a cigarette, “are fuckin’ drunk.”
“Then, I’m on a drunken quest.”
Emilie rolled her eyes and stood up to catch Patrick as he started to falter. “And I’m on a quest to get you into a cab before your dumb ass falls over.” She poked him hard in the ribs and got him moving. “C’mon, you drunk fuck. There’s a shiny cab waiting just for you.”
“For me?” Patrick’s smile was loose and uneven.
“Just for you. They threw the other drunks out and scrubbed the upholstery so that you could puke on fresh seats.” Emilie sighed as Patrick listed. “Where’s your cane?”
“I dunno.”
Emilie pushed Patrick against the bar and glanced around. She slapped his face lightly. “Patrick. Cane. Now.”
“It’s,” Patrick cut off to giggle and point. His finger was aimed in the general direction of the men’s room. “Trash can.”
“You put your cane in the trash can?” Emilie wondered how she’d missed Patrick coming out of the bathroom without his cane. She chalked it up to the fact that Patrick walking drunk and Patrick walking without his cane were pretty similar under the circumstances. “Stay here. I’ll go get it.”
“You can’t go in the men’s room!” Patrick sounded offended. “You’re a girl!”
“And you drank more liquor than you should have while on pain pills. I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Patrick held up three fingers in a sloppy boy scout salute. “Promise.”
“All right. Stay put.” Emilie turned around and walked over to the rest room. With one last quick look over her shoulder to make sure Patrick hadn’t slumped to the floor, she kicked the men’s room door open with her foot and walked in briskly. “I’m looking for a man’s cane.”
“I gotta cane for you.” A guy at the urinal leered at Emilie. “I’ve always liked redheads.”
Emilie glared. “You won’t after me, I can assure you.”
“Sounds like it could be fun.” The man leered again and waved his dick at Emilie. “He likes you.”
“You wave that thing at me again, you won’t get it back.” Emilie stepped around the man and walked over to the sink. She pulled the trash can out from under the counter and saw Patrick’s cane sticking out of the top. ~I can’t take that fuck anywhere to get drunk.~ She yanked the cane out of the garbage and walked back to the door. The door flung open as she approached, and she found herself eye-to-chest with a very large man who was obviously very drunk.
“Hey.” He smiled at her and licked his lips.
Emilie tried to slide around him, but he blocked her. “Sir, if you don’t want to end up with a knee in your balls, I suggest you move.”
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in here?” He reached out to touch Emilie.
Emilie pushed his hand away and held the cane up. “I’m on a fucking quest.”
“I’m on a quest, too. How’s your cunt?”
Emilie swung the cane around and caught the guy in the balls. “Off limits.” She shoved her way around the man, now bent over himself, both hands on his privates, and left the bathroom. She saw Patrick waving from across the bar, and she waved back.
“You found it!” Patrick grabbed his cane and slung a loose arm around Emilie’s shoulders. He didn’t see her struggle to stay upright underneath it.
“C’mon, let’s go pour you into bed.”
Patrick smiled and gave Emilie a sloppy kiss on the top of her head. “Wanna come to bed with me?”
“Not now. Not ever.”
“Okay.” Patrick let himself be led to a cab.
