In the bathroom, I use the facilities and as I’m finishing up, I hear the dreaded drunken gossip echoing off the cement walls, as a group of woman come tumbling like fools into the bathroom. Laughing and exuberantly gabbing a hundred miles an hour.
“Did ya’ll see Bob is now with Veronica Phoenix?” a girl spouts with obvious distaste.
“Yes, of course I did. I heard Peggy called the cops on them screwing the other night. I also heard Lincoln went to Lex’s first. You know, I don’t get how a beautiful girl like her is friends with such a disgusting tomboy like Veronica.” Another woman says.
“I know…right?” a third girl adds.
“Bob isn’t the hottest guy in town, but come on—Veronica Phoenix? Pluh-easssee.” The first girl says like a bratty girl from Clueless.
I can almost see the eye roll and hair flipping with her words. What a bitch!
I’m now standing in the stall, my hand on the lock, ready to break free. After they finish their little bitchy bash session.
“Forget about Bob and Veronica. How about Gage? He’s soooo hot! I want to fuck his gorgeous brains out!”
Now I’m the one rolling my eyes. Idiots!
“Yeah but Tammy, you and I both know he wouldn’t give any of us the time of day. He’s still broken up about his wife. I heard she doesn’t even see their daughter anymore. She just up and left and now he’s a single dad.” The third girl explains.
Poor Gage. Maybe I should be nicer to him, or maybe I should offer to babysit. That might help. I do love kids.
“Yeah, too bad. He’d make a great lay.” The second woman adds.
I’ve had enough of this. First Veronica is ugly, and then Gage is just a piece of ass. Enough is enough.
Theatrically opening the bathroom door to make my grand entrance, the three-woman jump startled and look at me. Two of them are placing their hands over their hearts, clearly surprised.
“Sorry we didn’t know anyone else was in here.” The second one says, looking a bit scared.
They’ve all gotta be in their early to mid-twenties. Dressed like sluts and reek of liquor and too much cheap perfume.
“Sorry? Why? Because you’re talking shit about my best friend? Or are you sorry because you’re treating Gage Masterson like a piece of meat that’s to be passed around? And here’s the four-one-one ladies. Veronica is a great person, who doesn’t give a flying fuck what you think of her. She’s happy to be who she is and I love her that way. As for Gage, if his ex-wife did that to his daughter that’s his own damn business, not yours. So keep your traps shut.”
I hard point my finger at woman number two, who’s a thick brunette. “How would you like me going around talking about how that red dress you’re wearing is too tight and I can see your panty line?”
I move my pointer finger and direct it at girl number three, a tall lanky fake blonde. “Or…how would you like me to blab all over town that you don’t know how to put fake eyelashes on and your bottled dye job has fried your hair?”
Her mouth drops open and her cheeks turn bright red.
Lastly, I turn to girl numero uno, who’s also a blonde, except naturally and curvy. “And you, Madam, are wearing a bra that’s padded so much that you’re probably an A not the C that you’re claiming to be.”
Having completed my task, I flamboyantly flip my hair over my shoulder, stroll all holier than thou over to the sink, wash my hands, dry them with a paper towel and out the door I go. Not a single word is muttered from the hags that I left discombobulated in the bathroom; serves their asses right for talking about people behind their backs. Grow up; it’s not high school anymore.
Outside the door, I stop, tuck my chin to my chest and take in a deep calming breath. My adrenalin is running high. That was sort of intense. I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever been that ballsy.
Suddenly a steel arm is aggressively wrapped around my waist and I am dragged backward down the hallway, away from the main part of the bar. My high heels fall off as I frantically try to gain traction but he’s too fast.
“Let go of me!” I yell trying to wiggle loose and his other hand clamps over my mouth.
“Shhhh.” The manly voice whispers in my ear, stinking of rancid alcohol.
What is going on!? What is he doing?! Oh my God! What is he going to do to me!?
Flashes of my past start to erupt in my brain, not again! I can’t do this again!
Screaming under my attacker’s hand, I flail my arms, trying to hit him desperate to break free. I need to get away! Help!
Pushing me face first into a dark corner my kidnapper lets me go and spins me around by the shoulders to face him.