Unhealthy Obsession

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Rick is having a fun night and it turns even better for him.

Submitted: April 12, 2016

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Unhealthy Obsession

 

“So, we are coming over for drinks later tonight right?” Asked Louis.

“Yea man.  Our own little “Rat Pack”. Responds Rick.

“Dude, you gotta cool it with the Bogart references.”

“Yeah, whatever. See you tonight.” Rick responds as he walks out towards his truck.

 

Later that night, Rick and his friends are all hanging out in his basement, drinking, and playing different games like poker, pool, and chess.

“....aaand Checkmate.  That is another win for me, and you just got blitzkrieged,” says Rick.

“Wow, you’re really on a roll tonight.”

“Yep, and it is because of my chessboard, which you know, used to belong to Humphrey Bogart.”

“Yea, in your dreams.  That is just some old chess set that spent too many years in someone’s attic.”

“That’s not true.  My Great Grandfather gave it to me and he was one of Bogart’s childhood friends!”

“How many times do we have to go over this.  Just because your Great Grandfather grew up in the same area as Bogart, does not mean that they were friends.”

“I have pic-”

“Alright boys that’s enough fighting.  Get drunk, and have fun.” Ingrid says cutting in, handing each of them a drink.

“Okay, okay.  And besides, Bogart always did say that the whole world is three drinks behind.” Responds Rick.

“Yeah and you need to catch up” retorts Ingrid.

“So how did you two meet?” Asks Louis

“Well, of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walked into mine.” Responds Rick

“Okay, great, another Bogart reference,” says Louis as he sighs.

“Yea, so what?”

Eventually after having multiple beers, Rick’s vision begins to blur and suddenly everything is clear, but he is no longer in his basement.  He looks around very confused and notices that he seems to be in a bar out of the ‘50s.  He is in a back corner booth, the lights are dim, a light fog  of smoke fills the air and there is a line of booths on one wall with a bar on the other with wooden stools surrounding it.

 

“HAHA, and that’s checkmate.  Seems like you aren’t the champion any longer.”

 

At this voice, Rick turns to see John Huston sitting across from him.

 

“Jeez Bogie.  You seem to be getting rusty.” Says a voice from behind.

Rick turns to look at this person and realizes that it is Frank Sinatra.

“Excuse me.” Rick quickly goes into the restroom and looks into the mirror, but sees Humphrey Bogart’s face staring back at him instead of his own.  He stumbles backwards from the surprise of realizing that he is in Bogart’s body, in Bogart’s time.

“This is going to be so much fun.” Rick thinks to himself as he is going over all the things that he can do.

He then decides to go back out, sit down and set up the chessboard.

“I knew I wasn’t crazy, it really was Bogart’s.” Rick says as realizes that the chessboard is the one he has.

“What was that Bogie?” Sinatra asks hearing him mumble.

“Uhh, I was just asking if you wanted to play.  To show you I’m not really rusty, and to prove it to you, let’s put some money on it.”

“Ok Sure.”

“Great.  Oh, waitress.  Can I get a Bud lig- (cough) Scotch on the rocks please,” Rick says realizing that Bogart didn’t care for beer and mainly drank scotch whiskeys.

“Sure thing. Hey how’s your wife, Lauren doing?  I haven’t seen her since she had the baby.” Responds the waitress.

“Oh she’s doing great.  Just likes to spend quiet time at home.” Franklin sighs as he says this.

“Hey are you feelin’ okay Bogie?” asks Huston.

“Yea I’m fine, just not drunk enough yet.”

“Okay, but you usually order a martini.”

“Yea well, I never should have switched from scotch to martinis.”

“Okaaay.  Now how much are we putting on this game and do you want white or black?” Asks Sinatra.

“White, and let’s say uhh $20”

“Yea sure.”Sinatra says as they both pull out $20 and set it down on the table.

Rick then moves the pieces so that it puts Sinatra in checkmate in 4 moves.

“Thank you for the $20.”

“Woah, how did you do that?” asks Huston and Sinatra at the same time. Both equally confused.

“It is a really common move called Blitzkrieg.”

“And here is your Scotch,” The waitress says putting the drink in front of him.

“Ooh, Thank You.”

“Wake up Rick. Come on! Wake up!”

“Excuse me?” Rick asks confused.

“Just wake up dammit!” The waitress says as she slaps him.

 

“OW” Rick says sitting up and looking around to see he is back in his basement with his friends all standing around him.

“Oh my god you’re alive.” Says Ingrid.

“Yea I’m alive; what happened?” Rick says groggily as he feels a bump on the back of his head.

“Dude you had like 15 beers and then just straight dropped,” Louis responds holding back laughter.

“You know Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

 


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