The Heckler Who Had It Coming

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Delilah, a well known comedian, has been heckled during an Oscar worthy performance. Now she's out to give the heckler a taste of his own medicine. Or beer, in this case.

Submitted: February 17, 2008

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Delilah stormed off the darkened stage in a huff. How dare that jerk poke fun at my act? she thought as she zigged and zagged her way thru the crowded club. Her purple velvet dress that she bought for her debut at the new club because she thought it was so gorgeous now appeared hideous. Her $500 va va voom haircut was now less va va and more blah blah.
There was no where else that Delilah felt more comfortable then on stage making people laugh. Her appearances in clubs always sold out and received rave reviews. Heck, she was even on Oprah once! Where does this heckler get off cracking lame responses to her Oprah worthy performance? She’d have to inform Oprah about this at their next luncheon.
Delilah continued to use her bony elbows and string bean legs to get thru to the back bar AKA The Heckler Hangout. There he was, in all his heckler glory. He was no match for Delilah. Wait! Rewind, let’s get another look at this guy.
“Franz!” Delilah exclaimed in shock. It couldn’t be him. But it was!
“Yeah,” Franz replied smugly, in a typical Franz manner. He had not changed one single bit. His brunette hair was still parted in the center with a whisp of it hanging down on each side of his face. His eyes still sparked you like lightning and his jeans still looked like a dog tore the holes in them. It would not be Franz without a fake Rolex watch on his left arm. Plus, the same full of it attitude.
“What are you doing here?” Delilah questioned.
“Heckling you,” Franz vaguely replied, taking a sip from his frothy Budweiser beer.
“Oh please, too many details!” Delilah dramatized, “Seriously, why are you heckling me?”
“To get your attention,”
“WHY do you want my attention?” Delilah complained, becoming fully ready to walk out on the blockhead right then and there.
“I want to get back together with you,” Franz recited in monotone, setting down his beloved beer.
“Aww… Mikayla dumped your sorry butt didn’t she?” smirked Delilah.
“Yeah,” Franz said, smiling at nothing in particular.
“Good for her!” Delilah replied in the smugly Franz-ly way as she reached for his mug of beer and poured it on the loser. “Good for her,” she repeated as she turned to exit the bar, leaving no-good Franz still in shock.
 


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