Post by Roger Wright on Feb 2, 2021 1:44:12 GMT -5
THREE DAYS AFTER DRUGZ SEX AND ROCK N ROLL
“Hit me with another!” Roger half yelled over the music blasting through the bar.
“I think you have had enough sir.” The bartender said.
Roger slapped a wad of cash on the bar. “How about you just take my money and pour the drinks.”
“I think you should listen to him.” The largest man in the room said as he stepped up beside Roger.
“I think you should mind your damn business.” Roger slurred out trying to sound menacing.
“How about I take this on account of you being a dick, and we go outside and have a little talk.” the man said, sliding the stack of cash into his own pocket.
“How about you pour me a fucking drink then.” Roger shot back.The large man let out a laugh, and now everyone in the bar was watching. To Roger it looked like 15 men had surrounded the large man, but in fairness it also looked like there were three large men in front of him.
“Pour him one more, for the road.” The man said motioning to the bartender who poured Roger his 18th shot of the night. The bartender had been counting, and he made note that Roger had shown up already intoxicated. Reluctantly though the bartender poured the drink, set it on the bar and Roger tipped it up, and swallowed the amber liquid.
“Like hot water.” Roger proclaimed as he attempted to slam the glass down on the bar but missed, it shattering all over the floor. “My bad.” He said with a smile and wobble of his body.
“Yeah it is, now we go outside.” The man said as he took Roger by the arm and pushed him off the bench and to the door. Everyone watched as Roger stumbled along towards the door, using every table and chair to maintain his balance. Two falls, and some help back to his feet from the group following the large man, and Roger reached the door.
Roger stumbled out of the bar and into the nearly empty parking lot. Shortly thereafter a large man rolling up his sleeves followed. Roger spun around on wavering legs and held his hands up in front of his face. “Well big man what ya got?” He stammered out just before a right hand landed square across his jaw and Roger stumbled backwards into a truck. Once more he pulled both hands up in front of his face. “Is that it?” Another blow to the face, then one to the stomach and a final to the side of his head and Roger was on the ground face down.
As Roger lay there on the ground, the large man reached down and withdrew Roger’s wallet and phone from his pocket. The man rummaged around the wallet pulling out Roger’s identification. “Roger Wright.” He said holding it up triumphantly.
“Like the wrestler?” Someone in the crowd asked, stepping forward and looking at the identification.
“Not much of one.” The small crowd of five men all laughed at the comment from the larger man of the group. “Well his career ends tonight.” The larger man said as he lifted his foot above Roger’s head.
“No man, he’s got a kid, six year old.” The smaller man stepped between the larger man and Roger pushing the larger man’s foot away. “Besides, you made your point, look at him, he’s broken already.” Everyone in the crowd looked down at Roger who moaned in pain as he tried to find the strength to move and stand.
“It’s your lucky day bitch.” The larger man spit on Roger tossing the wallet and identification down on the ground, followed by the phone and a loud crunch as he stepped on it. All five men marched back into the bar, laughter filling the air, and Roger left weezing on the ground.
The ground, an all too familiar face for Roger as of late, he had woken up there the last three mornings, and it looked like a fourth was on the horizon as he slowly closed his eyes. As the darkness of sleep closed in Roger’s mind sprung to life. ‘No man, he’s got a kid, six year old.’ In that moment his mind filled with visions of Marie, riding on her horse, smiling as they joked and played. All of them were of her and Roger, none of them involved Anicka.
“You should get the fuck up and go get her.” Travis said. “I mean you left her with that woman, what kind of fucking parent are you anyway, just letting some woman take your kid while you go out and drink yourself stupid. Guess it makes sense though, wanting your daughter to grow up like you.”
“Voo said.” Roger started but was cut off.
“Who cares, she’s your kid not VooDoo’s, go get her.”
“I should.” Again Roger was cut off.
“No you should go get your god damn kid roger. Sack the fuck up dude, be a fucking man. You already got your ass beat like a bitch in this parking lot, you gonna let some woman take your daughter from you?”
“But.” Once more Travis cut him off.
“Fine be a bitch, be what everyone already thinks you are, just lay here on the fucking ground and piss yourself while your daughter sits in a strangers house wondering why her daddy doesn’t fucking love her.”
Roger’s eyes shot open, and through double nay triple vision he managed to gather his stuff off the ground and use the truck to gain his feet. He fumbled with his phone realizing it still turned on, but the smashed screen allowed him to only call one number. So he dialed it. Minutes later a taxi arrived and Roger fell into the back seat. “Where to?” the driver asked.
“Airport, private terminal.” Roger managed to slur the words.
“Have a fun night?” The driver quipped, shaking his head out of pity. “Good thing this ride’s already paid for.” He said before shifting the car into gear and pulling out of the parking lot.
10 minutes later the Taxi pulled into the private terminal of the airport and Roger spilled out of it. A well dressed man approached Roger, and helped the man to his feet, shutting the taxi door in the process. “I must insist that you wait until you sober up Mr. Wright.”
“No, we fly now, I need to see her.” Roger barked as he stumbled along with the man to the steps, and crawled into the plane. The well dressed man shook his head and motioned for the crew to close the door and raise the steps. From the tarmac the man watched as the plane taxied away from him and onto the runway, and minutes later took flight, it’s destination the one place that Roger was told to never go when drunk.
“She’s going to kill him.” The man said as he walked away.