Peter nursed his drink and waited for the mayhem. Janie had cajoled him into joining her at the Gas Light for Karoke and quarter beer- a sure combination for setting off the rabble rousers. He’d rather not listen to off-key reinditions of Duran Duran, but Janie, a normally sensible girl, became a poll dancing dervish (if there were a poll) three beers in. Her hair and clothes would be in disarray soon enough. He’d call a cab, put her to bed and slump into his own next door.
Janie was pleased with herself having Peter there. By her own assestment, she was pretty enough, gainfully employed and bright- an upwardly mobile young woman. Still every woman likes attention and a little envy. When the girls from the office saw Peter, their eyes validated Janie had it all.
So Peter was her neighbor and friend, no one need know that but Janie and Peter.
Each week at 3WW, Thom posts a three word writing challenge. This week's words: rabble, disarray and validate. I've opted to continue a story. Visit the site to read more submissions.
5 comments:
Sweet read. I love the "pole-dancing deverish three beers in." I like this very much.
Sounds like potential for lots of interesting misunderstandings further down the road.
I envy how you can say so much in so few words without resorting to poetry!
Nicely written - and a valid point.
You captured the scenario very well...I'm curious to know how the evening went!
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