Who: Jamie and Terry What: Jamie and Terry take a chance encounter to finally fight through some of their issues When Sep, 3/2011 Where: Somewhere in Pennsylvania Rating: R Status: Incomplete
“Yuir kidding me? What it needs? And ye don’t have it? How soon yuir going to have it? Wha—No, I’m not going anywh—what that have to do with the--? I know it’s not yuir fault, but…listen…yuir nah listening to me…I’m nah being diffi—fine! Ye know where to find me.”
She hit the phone earning looks from everyone in the room including the old man that insistent that the lousy hole with the broken bed that had the nerve to call it a room, was the best in his motel. He probably told the truth; the motel was older than him and in serious need for a makeover.
At least it had a bar.
Terry smiled at them, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and went to the small booth at the rear. The tulip light was burned out and the only people who passed by were the ones heading into the restroom because they had too much to drink. The jukebox was playing some old Kansas song when the waitress came to take her order. The girl looked bored and disappeared the second she took the order without a word.
Terry left a sigh. If she have told M that she was back then she wouldn’t be in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do, but drink and wait. It was her fault that had rent the Comet, but she always had a thing for old American cars. How was to know that the stupid car would break down couple of miles outside the town?
The mechanic wasn’t much of a help; took one look of the car and decided that she had to spend the night here. He was kind enough to drop her to the nearest motel and disappear before her foot touched ground.
“Thanks,” she said when the girl put a pint of Guinness and a shot of whiskey in front of her.
It was too early to drink. Despite the dark sky outside, the time was only four, but that didn’t stop the few costumers. They probably had nothing better to do, nowhere to be, just like her. Monet had follow her to Ireland after Sean, but she either got bored or tired of Terry’s growing depression and left weeks later.
Alone to Cassidy Keep Theresa did what she knew to do best; drink till she could not feel anything. The first days it took a few shots and she went to bed without the image of Madrox abs…
Chills run down her body and the shot went down without much effort. Despite the burn in her throat, her body was cold and it had been cold for weeks now. She was dressed as warm as she could and still, the chills didn’t stop. She waved for another and told the girl to keep them coming.