Inspired by: Heroes Blues
Reggie lived years in the weeks that followed the loss of his company. Everything he did, he did it at 100 MPH. Grace hadn’t left his side since she got out of the taxi. She decided they should go steady immediately. Reggie agreed emphatically, and they celebrated with more drinks.
“Reggie, can we go to France this weekend?”
“You bet, Gracie.”
They tossed back a shot.
Grace’s eyes wandered around the bar.
“Oh, my goodness. What is he doing here?”
“Who?” Reggie asked, looking in the wrong direction.
“George, my ex-boyfriend. He said some really terrible things about you.”
“Because I broke up with him for you. Don’t you remember?”
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend?” Reggie finally saw who she was talking about. He was 30 years old, six feet tall, and solid muscle.
“You should beat him up!”
“I’m twice his age and half a foot shorter!”
“Don’t you love me!?”
“I’ll always love you, Mia.”
Reggie took another shot and approached his adversary.
Reggie tapped on George’s shoulder and pointed to Gracie. When their eyes met, they ran across the bar and made out. Reggie watched for a second before sneaking out.