I met my friend Susie for breakfast last week and we challenged each other into a writing challenge. The challenge was to write a short story using one line and the line is...She Spills a drink on him. Here is mine and if you want to read Susie's go to http://motherhoot.com/blog1/?p=2348
As Natalie looked around Fitzpatrick’s bar, she was thinking she had met her waterloo as she turned and looked at the man who she had been dating for the past 5 days. Auggie Russo. She wondered what in the hell was wrong with her that she was still with him and didn’t unload him.
As Natalie looked around Fitzpatrick’s bar, she was thinking she had met her waterloo as she turned and looked at the man who she had been dating for the past 5 days. Auggie Russo. She wondered what in the hell was wrong with her that she was still with him and didn’t unload him.
“This isn’t working for me?” he said. “This relationship.”
Natalie blinked and saw his lips moving and wanted to take her chocolate martini and pour it over his head. She thought better after she had bought her own drink waiting for him to meet her. Besides, she was not going to waste this good martini on this idiot.
“What do you mean it isn’t working? Is this because you gave me this necklace and you expect me to put out for you?” She couldn’t believe this pampas ass. Imagine this loser telling her this isn’t working.
“You are not helping this relationship and your hair….” He tried to look wounded. Natalie wanted to laugh. He just insulted her hair. The jerk!
“What do you mean I am not helping this relationship and what is wrong with my hair?” She huffed
“What is with the streaks in your hair; I mean you’re a nice person, intelligent and a good time…”
“Yeah, I am so nice and intelligent and a good time but it isn’t’ working for you?” she wanted to just slap that squirmy smile right off his face. Why didn’t she tell him that it wasn’t working for her either, before he said it to her? She just said to herself what a loser he was, she couldn’t say it for sure now, and he would just think it was sour grapes. She could be cool she thought as she carried her drink and just walked away from him, leaving him in her dust. She moved to the bar and looked around at all the other women who were laughing and flirting and thinking what is wrong with me? I am just as cutesy as any of them. Okay, she thought I might not have that 20-year-old body I once had, but I am more than a sexy body. Hey, look, this idiot wanted me in his bed. Well, she needed to stop right there. That was not a compliment at all. She did wonder why he was doing this tonight and here, now in this bar. As she pondered this thought, she looked up and saw this dark haired guy staring at her from across the bar. In that instant, she wanted to look behind her. He smiled raised his drink and nodded at her. Natalie looked at him, and gave him a sheepish grin….
“What do you think you are doing walking away from me?” Auggie said as he reached for her neck grabbing the necklace.
“What the hell are you doing?” as the drink splashed spilling on her white V-neck sweater. The drink trickled down Auggie's silk trousers and he let out a growl. Natalie looked at him and with such displeasure as the drink mostly splattered on her. Chocolate spots all over the front of her. “Ahh” she cried. It seemed like the whole bar stopped and witnessed the spill of the century all over Natalie.
“Look what you have done you bitch?” he huffed as he pulled a bar towel from the bar and holding the necklace in his other hand. He tried to dab at the front of his crotch.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed. She grabbed the towel out of his hand and gave him this glare and he must have seen that glare before because he moved out of her way fast. When she looked up, she was looking up in to the darkest eyes she had ever seen. He had a smile but she sensed he was cocky. When you looked like he did, he earned that title. His cockiness only made him more attractive. This guy was so out of her reach. She was pretending to pat down her sweater, as she knew she was turning red with this man’s eyes looming down on her. Natalie felt her chin lift up and it was her fantasy man. She could lose herself in his eyes. What was wrong with her? Her tummy was doing flip-flops and she was getting goose bumps just standing next to him.
“Are you alright?” he asked in a smooth olive oil voice.
Natalie was speechless. How do you talk to Adonis?
“Where is that guy who was standing here, the one who made me spill my drink all over me.
“He left in a hurry.” even his voice was sexy. Natalie looked and saw the Auggie leaving in a hurry out the front door.
The coward, she thought but then thought that maybe it was better this way.
She dried her self off as much she could but there were still chocolate stains everywhere. She grabbed her purse and left the bar towel at the coat check counter and walked towards the door.
“Hey hold that door!”
She almost didn’t look up; the man sprinting toward her was the same guy who lifted her chin and smiled at her before her night turned horrible. His lean, broad shouldered frame covered the door. As he was racing toward her, he was dressed a little better than the average customer in this bar. He was wearing a blue sport coat nice dress slacks and very nice looking black shoes.
“Thanks,” he gasped.
“It is the least I could do and Thank you for being concern in
there.” she lowered her eyes.
Blowing out an explosive breath, he turned to Natalie “It wasn’t anything really.” He suddenly grinned. “Nice hair.”
Not only was he a ten on the Richter scale he had exquisite taste in hair. “Thanks” she said. She would have said more but she felt tongue tied again and like some idiot, she wanted to say something clever or witty and her mind drew a blank. She watched him walk down the street and turn left. Unfortunately, she was going the same way, but she debated standing on the busy street until he left she didn’t want to look like she was stalking him, but deciding that was a bit childish, she began walking. Why was she acting like this? She was independent, a take-charge kind of woman, she followed him, although she hung back, hoping he wouldn’t notice. She had read all the books on becoming more assertive. However, she did not put that talent to the test daily. Also, the feeling of fear that comes from being alone at night in the city with all scary stuff in the news she felt that creepy feeling come over her. Even though this man looked like a God, he could still be some sex deviant.
“Are you following me?”
Jolted from her strange and wayward thoughts she glanced up to see him standing at the lot looking amused and drop-dead gorgeous. Could serial killers be this charming? Hey, look at Ted Bundy? Her mind was racing and she was as nervous as a cat.
“Are you parked in the back lot too?”
“Yeah, I am. Really, I am not following you”
When she went to confession this week, she would have to admit to that little white lie.
“I was kidding. I was hoping you would follow me.”
“Did you?” She blushed and laughed.
“Hey, you know that guy that you were with at the bar?” he said
“You mean that loser Indian giver I was with? She sneered “He scratched my neck and ruined my sweater.”
“What do you mean he scratched your neck?” his voice raised
“He grabbed the diamond necklace that he just gave me right off my neck…” she rubbed her neck where the red marks still showed.”
I don’t know why I even kept him around I knew what he wanted once he gave me the necklace” she knew she should stop talking before she began to babble on.
“Diamond necklace, huh that some gift. He must have a few bucks.”
“He’s an accountant and I met him awhile back.”
“Hey you must think I am pretty nosey but you caught my eye at the bar.”
Again, she smiled. “I should introduce myself. Natalie Venti”
He was taller up close or maybe she was just more aware of his size when he looked at her like that. Like maybe, she might be his favorite dessert.
“Johnny Torino.” He smiled and shook her hand.
The last time she felt a tingle like that was in the 8th grade when the Colletti twins fought over her to see which one was going to take her to the St. Frances of Rome school dance .
“Would you like to go for coffee at the Oasis?” he gave her that cocky smile again and how could she refuse him.”
“Sure.” she said smiling knowing the Oasis being a local hangout was a place she would feel safe.
“Here lets take my car as he pointed at the black Ferrari next to her vintage red mustang.
. “Nice car,” she said instead. She knew men liked to talk about their cars. That was a safe topic, kind of like talking about the weather.
“Thanks, I like the sound system. But you have a real classic in that mustang.”
“It might be a classic but it doesn’t always start.” she laughed.
He was standing very close to her as he opened her car door, his cologne filled her nostrils; she could see the color of his eyes. They were dark like the night.
“The seats are low,” he held out his hand.
She took it and sucked in a breath. She was trembling from his soft hands.
“Careful” he said “It’s a long way down.”
He pushed the CD button and shot her a quick smile. “Where do you live?”
“I live in Elmwood Park .”
“Where do you live?”
“I have a loft on the near North side.
She could have taken issue with his speed, but she was feeling such a wild impatience. She had never gone that fast down Harlem Avenue Como
“Ciao Frankie”
“You know the owner?” Natalie looked at him surprised.
“I know a lot or people.” he put his hand in the small of her back and led her to a booth in the corner where he sat with his back to the wall.
“Do you work in the restaurant business?”
“I work in a lot of different businesses.” he said cagey “You want some eggs or something.” he waved to Frankie’s wife Florence
Amused by the sudden music, “That’s Amore” coming from Johnny's cell. Natalie smiled. Johnny grabbed his phone and looked down at the number with a surprised look on his face.
“Would you excuse me a minute.” as he was sliding out of the booth answering his cell, “Hold on a minute, Marco?”
Natalie smiled. “Sure.”
“Coffee?” Florence
“Yes, please.” as Natalie turned over her mug.
“How do you come to know my Johnny?” asked Florence
“I just met him this evening.” Natalie said.
“That Johnny is a good boy but you gotta watch out for him.” She waved her left hand in the air and laughed, “All the girls love him.”
To be continued….
She Spills a drink on him…
As Natalie looked around Fitzpatrick bar, she was thinking she had met her waterloo as she turned and looked at the man who she had been dating. for the past 5 days. Auggie Russo. She wondered what in the hell was wrong with her that she was still with him and didn’t unload him.
“This isn’t working for me?” he said. “This relationship.”
Natalie blinked and saw his lips moving and wanted to take her chocolate martini and pour it over his head. She thought better after she had bought her own drink waiting for him to meet her. Besides, she was not going to waste this good martini on this idiot.
“What do you mean it isn’t working? Is this because you gave me this necklace and you expect me to put out for you?” She couldn’t believe this pampas ass. Imagine this loser telling her this isn’t working.
“You are not helping this relationship and your hair….” He tried to look wounded. Natalie wanted to laugh. He just insulted her hair. The jerk!
“What do you mean I am not helping this relationship and what is wrong with my hair?” She huffed
“What is with the streaks in your hair; I mean you’re a nice person, intelligent and a good time…”
“Yeah, I am so nice and intelligent and a good time but it isn’t’ working for you?” she wanted to just slap that squirmy smile right off his face. Why didn’t she tell him that it wasn’t working for her either, before he said it to her? She just said to herself what a loser he was, now, she couldn’t say it for sure he would just think it was sour grapes. She could be cool she thought as she carried her drink and just walked away from him, leaving him in her dust. She moved to the bar and looked around at all the other women who were laughing and flirting and thinking what is wrong with me? I am just as curtsy as any of them. Okay, I might not have that 20-year-old body I once had but I am more than a sexy body. Hey, look, this idiot wanted me in his bed .and now he wants to break up with her and why is he doing it tonight and here, now in this bar? She looked up and saw this dark haired guy staring at her from across the bar. In that instant, she wanted to look behind her. He smiled raised his drink and nodded at her. Natalie looked at him, and gave him a sheepish grin…. “What do you think you are doing walking away from me?” Auggie said as he reached for her neck grabbing the necklace.
“What the hell are you doing?” as the drink splashed spilling on her white V-neck sweater. The drink trickled down Auggie's silk trousers and he let out a growl. Natalie looked at him and with such displeasure as the drink mostly splattered on her. Chocolate spots all over the front of her. “Ahh” she cried. It seemed like the whole bar stopped and witnessed the spill of the century all over Natalie. “Look what you have done you bitch?” he huffed as he pulled a bar towel from the bar and holding the necklace in his other hand. He tried to dab at the front of his crotch.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed. She took the towel out of his hand and gave him this glare and he must have seen that glare before because he moved out of her way fast. When she looked up, she was looking up in to the darkest eyes she had ever seen. He had a smile but she sensed he was cocky. When you looked like he did, he earned that title. His cockiness only made him more attractive. This guy was so out of her reach. She was pretending to pat down her sweater, as she knew she was turning red with this man’s eyes looming down on her. Natalie felt her chin lift up and it was her fantasy man. She could lose herself in his eyes. What was wrong with her? Her tummy was doing flip-flops and she was getting goose bumps just standing next to him. “Are you alright?” he asked in a smooth olive oil voice.
Natalie was speechless. How do you talk to Adonis? Where is that guy who was standing here, the one who made me spill my drink all over me.
“He left in a hurry.” even his voice was sexy. Natalie looked and saw the Auggie leaving in a hurry out the front door.
The coward, she thought but then thought that maybe it was better this way.
She dried her self off as much she could but there were still chocolate stains everywhere. She grabbed her purse and left the bar towel at the coat check counter and walked towards the door.
“Hey hold that door!”
She almost didn’t look up; the man sprinting toward her was the same guy who lifted her chin and smiled at her before her night turned horrible. His lean, broad shouldered frame covered the door. As he was racing toward her, he was dressed a little better than the average customer in this bar. He was wearing a blue sport coat nice dress slacks and very nice looking black shoes.
“Thanks,” he gasped.
“It is the least I could do and Thank you for being concern in there.” she lowered her eyes.
Blowing out an explosive breath, he turned to Natalie “It wasn’t anything really.” He suddenly grinned. “Nice hair.”
Not only was he a ten on the Richter scale he had exquisite taste in hair. “Thanks” she said. She would have said more but she felt tongue tied again and like some idiot, she wanted to say something clever or witty and her mind drew a blank. She watched him walk down the street and turn left. Unfortunately, she was going the same way, but she debated standing on the busy street until he left she didn’t want to look like she was stalking him, but deciding that was a bit childish, she began walking. Why was she acting like this? She was independent, and take-charge kind of woman, she followed him, although she hung back, hoping he wouldn’t notice. She had read all the books on becoming more assertive. However, she did not put that talent to the test daily. Also, the feeling of fear that comes from being alone at night in the city with all scary stuff in the news she felt that creepy feeling come over her. Even though this man looked like a God, he could still be some sex deviant.
“Are you following me?”
Jolted from her strange and wayward thoughts she glanced up to see him standing at the lot looking amused and drop-dead gorgeous. Could serial killers be this charming? Hey, look at Ted Bundy? Her mind was racing and she was as nervous as a cat.
“Are you parked in the back lot too?”
“Yeah, I am. Really, I am not following you” When she went to confession this week, she would have to admit to that little white lie.
“I was kidding. I was hoping you would follow me.”
“Did you?” She blushed and laughed.
“Hey, you know that guy that you were with at the bar?” he said
“You mean that loser Indian giver I was with? She sneered “He scratched my neck and ruined my sweater.”
“What do you mean he scratched your neck?” his voice raised
“he grabbed the diamond necklace that he just gave me right off my neck…” she rubbed her neck where the red marks still showed.” I don’t know why I even kept him around I knew what he wanted once he gave me the necklace” she knew she should stop talking before she began to babble on.
“Diamond necklace, huh that some gift. He must have a few bucks.”
“He’s an accountant and I met him awhile back.”
“Hey you must think I am pretty nosey but you caught my eye at the bar.”
Again, she smiled. “I should introduce myself. Natalie Venti”
He was taller up close or maybe she was just more aware of his size when he looked at her like that. Like maybe, she might be his favorite dessert.
“Johnny Torino.” He smiled and shook her hand.
The last time she felt a tingle like that was in the 8th grade when the Colletti twins fought over her to see which one was going to take her to they St. Frances of Rome school dance .
“Would you like to go for coffee at the Oasis?” he gave her that cocky smile again and how could she refuse him.”
“Sure.” she said smiling knowing the Oasis being a local hangout was a place she would feel safe.
“Here lets take my car as he pointed at the black Ferrari next to her vintage red mustang.
. “Nice car,” she said instead. She knew men liked to talk about their cars. That was a safe topic, kind of like talking about the weather.
“Thanks, I like the sound system. But you have a real classic in that mustang.”
“It might be a classic but it doesn’t always start.” she laughed.
He was standing very close to her as he opened her car door, his cologne filled her nostrils; she could see the color of his eyes. They were dark like the night.
“The seats are low,” he held out his hand.
She took it and sucked in a breath. She was trembling from his touch.
“Careful” he said “It’s a long way down.”
He pushed the CD button and shot her a quick smile. “Where do you live?”
“I live in Elmwood Park .”
“Where do you live?”
“I have a loft on the near North side.”
She could have taken issue with his speed, but she was feeling such a wild impatience. She had never gone that fast down Harlem Avenue Como
“Ciao” Frankie
“You know the owner?” Natalie looked at him surprised.
“I know a lot or people.” he put his hand in the small of her back and led her to a booth in the corner where he sat with his back to the wall.
“Do you work in the restaurant business?”
“I work in a lot of different businesses.” he said cagey “You want some eggs or something.” he waved to Frankie’s wife Florence
Amused by the sudden music, “that’s amore” coming from Johnny's cell. Johnny grabbed his phone and looked down at the number with a surprised look on his face.
“Would you excuse me a minute.” as he was sliding out of the booth answering his cell, “Hold on a minute, Marco?”
Natalie smiled. “Sure.”
“Coffee?” Florence
“Yes, please.” as Natalie turned over her mug.
“How do you come to know Johnny?” asked Florence
“I just met him this evening.” Natalie said.
“That Johnny is a good boy but you gotta watch out for him.” She waved her left hand in the air and laughed “all the girls love him.”
To be continued….
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