To Bang

A yellow checkered cab pulls up in front of the church. I hike up my enormous crinoline skirt and trip into the backseat. Troy runs outside as I slam the car door. "Maeve! Wait!"

I knock frantically on the plastic partition.

"Go. Now. Please."

The cab driver speeds off, leaving Troy and everything else behind. I look at my reflection in the window. My makeup is a mess. I sniffle and wipe my nose on my arm. "Where to?"

"The closest place that serves alcohol."

"You got it."

I stare vacantly at the horizon but I don't see any of it. I just keep replaying that horrible moment in my head, analyzing and agonizing until I'm in a blind rage. The driver glances at me in the rearview mirror. "He must have done something pretty bad for you to run out like that."

"He's hooking up with my twin brother."

"Yeesh. Well, better you find out now than ten years down the line."

"No offense, but I'm not really in the mood for conversation." "None taken."

We arrive at a plain brick building in the middle of nowhere. I don't know how much time has passed. I just feel empty. The driver turns back to look at me. "Fraternal Order of the Spotted Owl. Best you're gonna get in a dry county. It's a members-only club but I have a feeling they'll make an exception for you."

"Thank you. Really." I take a deep breath and try to center myself. "How much do I owe you? Do I even have my wallet?"

"No charge. Runaway bride special." He comes around the side to help me out. "I hope you have a better tomorrow."

"Can't be worse than today, right?"

I rip off my veil and shakily traverse the gravel parking. The heavy wood doors swing out in front of me. The bar is fairly quiet. There's less than fifteen people in the whole place.

I march up to a sketchy looking table in the middle of the room and gingerly climb on top. I clap my hands as loud as I can. The men turn toward me.

"Attention, bar patrons! Who is going to fuck me? Any takers?"

The energy in the room is tense. The bartender smiles and slaps down a coaster.

"You need a drink. It's on the lodge."

I ease myself off the table and self-consciously pull up a

"What's your name?"

"Maeve."

meet you, Maeve. What're you

"Whiskey. Something expensive."

"Breakfast of champions."

Winkle and puts one down in front of me. We clink. The other guests are too occupied with football and their newspapers to pay attention

"Chandler."

"Like Friends?"

"Like Raymond."

you hate it when people say

"Oh yeah."

back the rest of my

two

this for

"Which one is this?"

enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away, exclusively

little bit

That sounds about

silent. I tear a cocktail napkin into tiny

going to face everyone.

you not want

blowing

"Holy shit."

"Yeah."

you

em coming, cowboy." I drink. "Where's the bathroom in

it's kind of confusing." Chandler wipes his hands on

"Sure thing, kid."

I discreetly look him up and down. He's lean

your step. The floorboards are uneven in

His

"Thank you."

anymore. I push Chandler against the wall and kiss him

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