The Bus Ride Diaries: A Drunken fight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was a prompt I wrote a while back for this online writing competition. The prompt was to use this line of dialogue " heads we get married, tails we break up" This is my twisted version. Its not about the bus but I did write it on the bus or at bus stops. Writers note: I know my last story had some grammar mistakes but the word processer they make you use on her is super weird and I haven't found out how to use it perfectly. So bare with me and as soon as I get this website wired there will be no mistakes in grammar.

Submitted: June 05, 2013

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 I was drunker than hell, but was still able to keep myself together better than she was. She put a glass of red wine to her lips, tilted it back, and pounded the rest of the wine in her glass. The room was littered with empty bottles of wine and stale cigarette smoke floated threw are apartment. She was acting like a raging cunt, but she always acted that way. So I decided to shut up and take the lecture. "Heads we get married, tails we break up," she said with an idiotic grin. She was trying be funny, and I hated it when she tried to be funny. Mother wasn't usually right, but she was right about this one. " Fine then flip it then," I said, just wanting the whole dispute to be ancient history. She is ferocious in an argument, even Attila the Hun would have feared her. He would have run away, leaving his sword and armor in the dust as she tore him to pieces with a clever arrangement of words that could make any man crumble. " Well Ok, but its a lose lose for you, either your gonna be single or have to deal with me forever," She blurted out obnoxiously. She was glowing with empowerment and was acting like a real carp. She wasn't always like this, no, not at all. She was once beaming with positivity and encouragement, but nowadays she was scrimpy and callous. She was always waiting at are inconsiderably meager apartment with a cheap glass of wine in one hand and a long brown kretek in the other hand. Always biding her time till I showed up and made a mistake. She walked by me with the integrity of a feline. She went across the room to a small coffee table, bent over, and picked a quarter up off of it. She turned around and faced me. We were on opposite sides of the room. It was a Mexican stand off with two sloppy drunks. Her hair was frizzled, her glass was empty, but her stomach was full. She had a glittered dress on that barely covered her knees and her face was caked with makeup. God did she look horrible. All wide eyed and sweating bullets. She was good and wasted by then, bunt by the heat of are fight.  Parts of me still loved her but they were now cloaked with wine, smoke, and indigestion. She took her right hand and balled it up. She rested her thumb on top of her index finger, and carefully placed the quarter on top of her thumb. She let the quarter rest there for a moment before tossing it into the air. She grabbed a new kretek out of her pack and placed it into her mouth. She lit it, sent two lungs full of smoke my way, and then sent the quarter flying. While the quarter hovered in the air my mind could only stay still on one thought. Tails.  If I ever needed luck to find me, now was the time. Tails is freedom, tails is a new beginning. On the other hand, heads is purgatory. True limbo and doubt in life for the rest of life. The quarter casually landed in her left palm and she boorishly placed her right hand extended outwards ontop of it. " well lets see what the future holds for us," she said egotistically. She raised her right hand but before she could say anything else I saw. I saw serenity in my future. She looked like a deer in the headlights and blurted out,  " Tails are you fucking serious!"  She exploded sending anything in her reach hurdling through the air towards my head. I quickly buckled under the bed and let the heavens rain down hellfire. She kicked and screamed breaking every worldly possession I owned. I was now in a room with a blood thirsty lion, stunning but deadly. Seconds turned to minutes and eventually I lost track of time. The front door slammed and I felt alone. I hide under the bed for a few more seconds to confirm her absence. I stood up and looked at my living room. It looked as if hurricane sandy ripped my apartment in half. I wondered where and what she would do for the rest of the night. I really need a night to myself. She will be back in the morning, she always came back, but hopefully this time she would come back with some cash. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out some Kahlua, whole milk, and a bottle of grey goose. I mix my self a very strong white Russian with almost no milk or kahlua in it. I sat down on my couch and decided I wasn't going to clean this mess up. Fuck it I thought, the cunt made it so she can clean it to. I take a long deserved gulp of my drink. My stomach starts to feel warm and my thoughts slowly began to drift away. I wonder what was on T.V tonight?


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