Iva's First Challenge: All For Bobby

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story is for Iva's First Challenge. My keyword is bar and my song is "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" by George Thoroughgood. I don't typically like this kind of music, but I gave it a shot. This is a short story, but is somewhat long, so bear with me. Enjoy! :D

Submitted: July 25, 2010

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All For Bobby:

“One bourbon, one scotch, one beer. Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when, I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin. Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose, need me a triple shot of that juice. Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear. I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer. One bourbon, one scotch, one beer.”

 

I threw my empty glass of scotch at the wall and watched it shatter to pieces. Just like my heart smashed to pieces when she threw my heart at the wall. Metaphorically of course.

“It’s really not working Bobby.” She said with a roll of her eyes.

 

I looked her face over, contemplating it to see if she was being serious. Just a second ago we’d been laughing. I looked in her pale blue eyes that seemed to sparkle, to her full pink kissable lips, her rosy cheeks, her curly blonde hair that falls elegantly across her heart shaped face, down to her slim figure standing at 5-6, and her amazing breasts with her hour glass shaped waist. She had to be the most beautiful creature that ever existed. But she wasn’t lying, she wanted to break up.

 

I stared blankly at her, “We’ve…been happy…we’ve been great for the past three months, we’ve been best friends for our whole lives, this doesn’t make any sense.”

 

“Yes, it makes perfect since. It may have all seemed good, but inside, it just isn’t working.” She said in an overly sweet voice I’ve heard her used on millions of guys before me, it was the voice of the girl who only wanted you for one thing.

 

“Wait! Are you kidding me Althea? All of this, our friendship, and you only wanted me to fuck you?” I exclaimed.

 

She laughed, “No, that’s not the only thing baby.” She said as she traced my six pack before moving on to my muscled arms.. “I also like the hopeless flirting and intense make outs.” She eyed my body lustfully.

 

The pit of my stomach dropped and this is when she threw my heart against the wall of my little run down house.

 

“Are you…serious…” I whispered.

 

She didn’t say anything, her small smirk and the spark in her eyes spoke for itself. I couldn’t believe this, after everything we’ve been through.

 

“Of course I hate dating…you know this…I only like flings and friends with benefits, but to make you happy, I let you have a glimpse, but you can still have me, just not exclusively.” She whispered seductively.

 

She shoved her body against mine and kissed my neck. A growl built up in my throat and my body tensed with need. I shoved her away with a cold glare.

 

“You’re right, it wasn’t working.” I grabbed her arm, tugged her to the front door, opened it, and pushed her out of it.

 

 I slammed the door into her face and felt tears build in my eyes. I’d always been taught a man didn’t cry, my dad was a very strict army man, just like his father before him and his father before him. I was the first generation of an army free Collins man. Right now I wished I’d followed in their footsteps. Save the heartbreak, but I stayed behind for Althea and went to college. Perfect that I flunked out and Althea never loved me.

 

I slowly stood up and staggered into the bathroom. Everything was blurred, but I still wasn’t drunk. I groaned as I looked into the mirror. I looked like hell had risen, died, risen, and died all over again. My jet black hair was slick with grease considering I hadn’t showered in three days, which left it stuck at odd angles, my usually clean shaven face had a beard growing in, and my dark blue eyes were lifeless and appeared to be black.

 

I tore off my black boxers and white tank top and got into the shower. I let the scorching hot water hit me for a few minutes before going about the usual routine, just slower. When I was done the tears came pouring down. I fell down onto the floor of the tub and cried. I stayed in the shower till the scorching hot water turned ice cold.

 

I dried off and shaved until my face was perfectly shaved, and then put hairspray in my hair and ruffled it up to appear as if I’d been riding my motorcycle all day. I yanked on a tight white shirt, tight black jeans, my black boots, and black leather jacket. I walked out of the bathroom, no longer feeling the alcohol. I groaned and grabbed some coke from the kitchen table. I grabbed a razor and emptied some of the coke from its bag. After preparing the coke I sniffed it up and sighed in a shaky voice. I left the remaining coke on the kitchen table next to the razor.

 

I walked out of the house and got on my Harley. I left my helmet off and headed to the bar. I got there in record time, unsurprising since I exceeded the speed limit. I walked in and Steven, the bartender, looked up at me. When I had sat down there was a shot of whiskey in front of me.

 

Steven is a tall, muscular man standing at around 6’3, has scruffy brown hair, dark brown eyes, thick eyebrows, and practically perfectly straight teeth that dazzled when he smiled.

 

“Hello Bobby, try not to get so drunk, will ya?” He asked.

 

I shrugged. I knew that was exactly what I was going to do. I glanced around at the bar as I gulped down the shot. The bar was small and cozy. There were the usual barstools behind the counter, the counter went from one wall, all the way down to the other, with only one gap to walk in and out, on the wall behind the counter there were bottles of every kind of alcohol imaginable with a little area for drinks to be prepared, and a shelf for cups, etc. There were about five tables with four chairs around each, a couch on the far side of the bar, and posters of anything from to old school movies to sports.

 

I was still waiting for the coke to kick in. When it finally did I start chuckling like an idiot. Steven raised his eyebrows at me, but I just walked up to the hottest girl in the bar without a second look at him. She glanced up at me. Her eyes were olive green, she had black hair with side bangs that fell into her eyes, a slim figure with curves in all the right places, and without her standing I knew she had a height of around 5-4.

 

“Hello sweetheart.” I said with confidence, confidence I wouldn’t have had without the boost from the coke.

 

“Don’t call me that.” She said, using her index finger to push her side bangs off to the side.

 

“Well I don’t exactly know your name.” I sat down across from her at the table.

 

She glanced at me, “Lesley.”

 

“Mmm, pretty name, it suits you. Name’s Bobby.” I reached my hand out.

 

She slowly grabbed my hand and I pulled it to my lips where I laid a soft kiss on it. Despite her playing hard to get, she blushed as she yanked her hand away. I chuckled lightly as Steven dropped off another shot of whiskey.

 

“Thanks Steve.” I said before he left.

 

Elaine raised her eyebrows, “You guys close or something?”

 

“Yes indeed, I’m a regular.” I flashed her a smile.

 

“Yes, I think I saw you fall into the dumpster last night.” She stood up.

 

“Hey, hey! No way, that was so not me!” I exclaimed as I jumped up.

 

She stared at me and rolled her eyes. She came to me and wiped something off below my nose. As she removed her finger I saw it was blood.

 

“Sniff something lately? Maybe…coke?” She rolled her eyes and wiped the blood onto my jacket.

 

I stared as she walked off. Well isn’t this brilliant! Thought I had some confidence, something that would keep me going and get some hot chick in bed. I dunno,

something. But now that’s gone, guess I’m sticking with getting drunk.

 

 

“But I'm sitting now at the bar, I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow. I'm at a bar, here come the bartender, I said ‘Look man, come down here’ ‘So what you want?’ One bourbon, one scotch, one beer. No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last, Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed, gonna get high man I ain't had enough. Need me a triple shot of that stuff. Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here, I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer. One bourbon, one scotch, one beer.”

 

I slowly walked back to my bar stool and slouched into it, resting my forehead in the heels of my hand. When I looked up I saw Steven staring at me while cleaning a mug. 

 

I waved him over, “Hey man, come down here.”

He walked over to me, “So what you want?” He asked.

“Come on Steven, you know what I want right now.”

 

He nodded and left, coming back with a mug of my special drink: scotch mixed with vodka. I smiled at him and began chugging it.

 

“Slow down Bob, my man.” Steven said, touching my shoulder.

 

I shrugged his hand off me and kept drinking. Once I was done, he was gone at another customer. The world was slowly spinning, but I wasn’t drunk enough yet. I was going to drink until I passed out or died, whichever came first.

 

I left to go to the bathroom and reached into my jean pocket, pulling out an acid tablet. I stared at it for a second and put it in my mouth. I swallowed it dry and walked to the sink. I stared at myself in the mirror. I walked out of the bathroom and Steven approached me.

 

“No more alcohol for you today Bobby. You want me to call a taxi?” He asked.

 

I stared at him, my lips pressed together in a frown, “Fine, whatever. No, I can drive.” I turned to go and he grabbed my arm.

 

“You’re not fit to drive.” He said with his eyes narrowed.

 

I shoved him away and ran from the bar, staggering only slightly. I fell against my bike and lifted my leg over it. I started it up as Steven got to the door.

 

“You’re crazy Cornell!” He yelled.

 

I pulled put of the bar’s parking lot and headed home. High as a kite from the acid and drunk as a…whatever you wanna compare it to, from all the alcohol I have drank today. Once I got home I hurled all over my front yard. I groaned and staggered into my house. When I got inside I collapsed on my bed and passed

out.

 

 

Now by this time I'm plenty high. You know when your mouth a-getting dry ‘Look man, come down here.’ He got down there, ‘So what you want this time?’ I said, ‘Look man, a-what time is it?’ He said, ‘The clock on the wall say three o'clock. Last call for alcohol, so what you need?’ One bourbon, one scotch, one beer. No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week. Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak. Gonna get high man listen to me, one drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three. I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear, I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer.
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer.”

 

Some time later I finally came back to the bar, I wasn’t sure what the day was or how long it’d been since I’d been in there, I just knew it’d been awhile. I was practically drunk as I walked in and I was coming of my high from crank, a.k.a. the best drug ever: crystal meth.

 

I sat at the usual stool and closed my eyes as I laid my head down on my crossed arms. I opened them and looked over at Steven.

 

“Hey man, come down here.” I said.

 

He waked over, “So, what you want this time?” He asked.

 

“Look man, a-what time is it?” I glanced at the clock, but couldn’t read it.

 

“The clock on the wall say three o’clock. Last call for alcohol, so what do you need?” He sighed in a slightly irritated kind of way.

 

“The usual.” I replied.

 

He strolled away while rolling his eyes and went to fix my drink. I glanced around and saw the girl who had rejected me before with, wouldn’t you know it, Althea.

 

“Steven,” I called, he glanced at me as he brought my drink. “Bring me the strongest alcohol you have in a mug.” I added.

 

He sighed and sat the shot of Whiskey in front of me. I chugged it and slid it down the counter towards Steven. He grabbed it easily with no effort, only reaching his arm out and putting it in the sink. He walked over with my drink.

 

“It’s,”

 

“I don’t care what it is.” I interrupted while taking a drink.

 

He rolled his eyes and left, “So be it.”

 

I looked around to make sure no one was watching and reached into my pocket for some powered acid I’d put into a bag in my pocket. I poured the contents into the alcohol and hid the bag. I took a big gulp just as a voice cleared behind me. I slowly turned to see Althea.

 

“Hey sweetheart got a little beard growing in.” She commented.

 

I narrowed my eyes at her and stayed silent, there was nothing to say, and even if there was I wouldn’t say it, I did not want to walk to her.

 

“You not going to say anything Baby B?” She said as she sat down on my right.

 

“No.” I took two long gulps of alcohol and felt the acid and alcohol begin to take effect.

 

“Umm…Bobby, how much have you been drinking?” She asked, actually sounding genuinely concerned.

 

I turned towards her, “It doesn’t matter, I don’t matter! You’ll be better off when I’m gone!” I yelled.

 

Many people in the bar looked over at me with shocked or concerned faces, but some actually smiled. But all were definitely surprised and curious. Althea frowned.

 

“No, that…that’s not true Bobby.” She whispered.

 

“Yes, yes it is!” I exclaimed, ignoring everyone.

 

I felt the acid begin to morph my sight. Everything was bright, deathly bright, Althea’s face was zoning in and out of focus, and my mind slowly clogged to where any coherent thought I had transformed into one that made absolutely no sense at all.

 

“Bobby, are you ok?” She whispered as she grabbed my arm.

 

I shrugged her hand away, it hurt a little, a slight sting. I shivered involuntarily as I took another drink of my alcohol.

 

“Bobby, stop drinking.” She reached for my mug, but I slapped her hand away, nearly missing seeing as I could barely keep something in focus for more than two minutes.

 

Steven rushed over and caught me as I fell off the stool. I felt myself shaking like mad, my breathing was shallow, and everything, all the chaos around me, didn’t make any sense.

 

“Bobby, please, I didn’t mean anything, I promise, please. It was all a test, I’m sorry, so sorry, don’t die on me. I love you Bobby.” Althea whispered in my ear as she held me in her arms. 

 

I stared at her, trying to focus on her face, on her eyes, and found I barely could. Everything was fading away in bright lights. She stroked my cheek and I felt her lips press against mine. I pressed mine closer and when she pulled away I realized what was happening to me with a sickening start. I'm dying.

“I love you Althea, I’ll continue loving you in death.” I whispered.

 

A tear fell down her cheek and I wiped it away. The last thing I saw were her pale blue eyes brimming with tears, before the lights closed in around me and

with tears before the lights closed in around me and I lost my breath.

 

 

Althea:

I never thought it would lead to this, I never thought the consequences would be this great, I never thought he would do this to himself. I stared at his dead body lying in my arms. He died almost right after I kissed him, right after I confessed what I had done. Right after he said he loved me and loved me through death.

 

Steven pried my hands away from Bobby and I screamed. He dropped my hands and I clutched Bobby to me as tears leaked from my eyes.

 

I should’ve known before this happened, when he didn’t answer anyone’s calls, when no one saw him anywhere. When my friend Lesley told me she saw him past out in a dumpster and the next night tried hitting on her, I should’ve checked up on him. And it’s all my fault he’s dead now. And why did this have to happen?

 

I don’t even know, it was stupid, the stupidest thing I have ever done in my entire life and surely the most stupid thing I would ever do. I wanted to test his loyalty, which is the most ridicules thing considering I’m the one who should be tested. Not that I would’ve ever cheated or left him for anyone else. He was the one. He is the one. There is no one else.

 

I slowly stood, and as if in a daze, walked out of the door and to my car. I opened the door and got in. I reached into the glove box and pulled out my gun, the gun I used for safety reasons, the gun that was now going to end my life.

 

Where to shoot? Head? Heart? Lungs? Throat?

 

“What in fucking hell are you doing?” Lesley exclaimed, flinging open my door and tearing the gun out of my grip.

 

“Give it to me Les, I need it, I need Bobby.” I cried out.

 

I stumbled out of the car and landed on the pavement on my knees. I cried and crouched in the feetle position. Lesley grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me close as her arms circled my waist. I cried into her neck.

 

“I can’t do this…I’ve loved him since…well, since forever. He is the only one for me, I don’t want anyone else.” I sobbed.

 

“You’re not dying, and if I have to, I’ll be with you every second of the day to make sure that’s what happens, that you live. Because you and I both know that if Bobby understood what was going on, he wouldn’t want you to kill yourself.” Lesley whispered.

 

“You don’t know Bobby like I do, he would want us together.” I pulled out of her arms and looked up at the sky: it was a dark night tonight with stars filling it and a full moon.

 

A beautiful sky for a horrible night.

 

“You don’t know what after life is, only those who have died would know. So, you two might not be together, when you die, maybe that’s it. You die. You wouldn’t be with Bobby and your life would be ended for no reason.” She grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her.

 

“This is what Bobby would want for you. To live.” She whispered.

 

I pulled my chin out of her hand and sighed. Stay alive and live without Bobby, live with the fact that his death was my fault, live without the knowledge of whether or not everything will work out.

 

“Live for me Althea.” Lesley whispered, “I can’t live without my best friend. If you died, I would too…”

 

I looked over at her and stared into her eyes, thinking of everything we’ve been through together, good and bad. As long as I had her, everything would work out. Right?

 

“Okay Les..." I whispered, slightly reluctantly. "I love you.” I hugged her tight to me and she sighed in relief.

 

“I love you too Althea Baby.” She replied, returning the hug.

 

I would not be responsible for the death of another person. I would live for Lesley, but I will live through it all for Bobby. Because that's what my life is now. It's all for Bobby.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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