Sunday, June 6, 2010

Unwilling To Take A Shot

“I was surprised you didn't call me.” Victoria took a sip of her cocktail. “I thought we had a great date.”

Mark leaned back on the bar stool and looked into her eyes. “Well, the gun thing was a buzz kill.” Why the hell did I come to this bar? Mark asked himself.

Her eyes blazed with anger.

“No, it’s not you owning the gun that bothers me.” He took a sip of his drink. “It just seems a really odd choice for a first date flirt.”

She relaxed. “Oh. Well, okay. Sure. I’m just really having a lot of issues with my husband.”

He sat erect. “Hey you said you were divorced.”

“Well, technically I’m not.” Victoria reached inside her clutch and grabbed a tube of Chapstick. She ringed her mouth and replaced the tube. “But in my heart the marriage is over.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight.” Mark scrunched shut his eyes. He blinked, opened them, and took a sip of his drink. “You’re having so much trouble with your almost ex,” he slanted the words, “you carry a gun?” He calculated the distance from the bar rail to his car.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll never have to use it!” She giggled.

His mind raced to the headline: ADULTEROUS MAN IN THE MIDDLE OF GUNFIGHT BETWEEN COUPLE. He picked up his cell, pocked it, and stood up. “I've gotta run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” When he stood near the urinal he dialed Jack. “Sweet Jesus, she’s a fuckwit. Call me in five minutes so I can get out of here.” He pocked his cell and returned to her side. The phone rang. He nodded; he mumbled. He ended the call. “Oh hey, I’m sorry. I've gotta go.”

“Is everything okay?” She seemed concerned.

“No.” Mark put the cash for their cocktails on the bar. “No,” he exhaled and shook his head. When he climbed into his car, he deleted her number from his phone.