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Dirt Brown 24, Transparent 10, Zing 14
Name: auguris
'verse: The Underground
Story: August 1992
Colors: Dirt Brown 24. Wisdom, Transparent 10. Flight, Zing 14. Did you skinny-dip in the stupidity pond?
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Stain (It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.), Seed Beads
Word Count: 516
Rating: PG
Note: Mods, can I get a story: the underground tag? Gracias!
Summary: Marissa meets Zeke and does something stupid.
August 1992
Marisa gunned it down I-40 and didn't let up until she found herself three towns away. She pulled into a shitty bar-and-grill whose name she didn't bother to learn and ordered herself two whiskeys, neat. She threw back the first one like a shot and shuddered at the burn.
"I enjoy a woman who can handle her liquor."
She glanced over, a nasty comeback ready. He was... she normally wouldn't use beautiful to describe a man, but it fit. Blond hair so light it was nearly white, swept back and just long enough to run your hands through. Cheek bones that could have been chiseled from marble, Greek nose above full smiling lips, eyes like an oncoming storm.
What the hell, right? No one knew her here. Jacob's shriveled little heart wouldn't break from third hand accounts of her schmoozing around.
"Stick around, you'll see just how much liquor I can handle."
After the fourth -- fifth? -- drink she let him order her a surprisingly decent steak, and they moved to a booth in the corner. She made sure she could see the front and back exits before she sat. Instincts trumped alcohol.
"We have a daughter," she found herself telling the man. Zeke. Short for Ezekiel. He laughed when she asked if his parents were religious. "She's six, and beautiful, and perfect, and she loves her Daddy. I can't separate them. I can't. But he's so... so..." she gestured aimlessly, as if the words were floating around them.
"Better father than a husband?" Zeke guessed.
Marisa gave an exaggerated shrug. "Yeah yeah, but he's also.... settled." There it was. "He's a mechanic, he fixes cars and sure, sure he's good at it, but that's all he is, that's all he wants. He doesn't want anything more. Our life is so small and he's satisfied with that. We used to be more. We could still be more." She sighed and propped her head on her hands. Her greasy hands. Eugh. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her forehead. "I'm sick of arguing."
Zeke took her sort-of clean hands in his. "I have a pretty awful relationship history," he said, and she chuckled. "Wives and partners come and go, but our children are... precious. I would do anything for mine. I think you're the same, Mari. I think you need to take care of your daughter, and that your husband is a grown man who can take care of himself. You can't waste your energy on him when he obviously doesn't have much for you."
She stroked her thumbs across Zeke's palm. When was the last time she'd even held Jacob's hand? Hell, she couldn't remember the last time they'd smiled at each other.
"Zeke?"
"Yes?"
She took a deep breath. "I'm about to do something very stupid. I hope you don't mind." Then she leaned across the booth and kissed him on the mouth, hard and sloppy until he took her chin in his hands and slipped his tongue in her mouth. She moaned, softly, and Zeke pulled back with a smile.
"Let's get out of here."
auguris'verse: The Underground
Story: August 1992
Colors: Dirt Brown 24. Wisdom, Transparent 10. Flight, Zing 14. Did you skinny-dip in the stupidity pond?
Supplies and Styles: Canvas, Stain (It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.), Seed Beads
Word Count: 516
Rating: PG
Note: Mods, can I get a story: the underground tag? Gracias!
Summary: Marissa meets Zeke and does something stupid.
August 1992
Marisa gunned it down I-40 and didn't let up until she found herself three towns away. She pulled into a shitty bar-and-grill whose name she didn't bother to learn and ordered herself two whiskeys, neat. She threw back the first one like a shot and shuddered at the burn.
"I enjoy a woman who can handle her liquor."
She glanced over, a nasty comeback ready. He was... she normally wouldn't use beautiful to describe a man, but it fit. Blond hair so light it was nearly white, swept back and just long enough to run your hands through. Cheek bones that could have been chiseled from marble, Greek nose above full smiling lips, eyes like an oncoming storm.
What the hell, right? No one knew her here. Jacob's shriveled little heart wouldn't break from third hand accounts of her schmoozing around.
"Stick around, you'll see just how much liquor I can handle."
After the fourth -- fifth? -- drink she let him order her a surprisingly decent steak, and they moved to a booth in the corner. She made sure she could see the front and back exits before she sat. Instincts trumped alcohol.
"We have a daughter," she found herself telling the man. Zeke. Short for Ezekiel. He laughed when she asked if his parents were religious. "She's six, and beautiful, and perfect, and she loves her Daddy. I can't separate them. I can't. But he's so... so..." she gestured aimlessly, as if the words were floating around them.
"Better father than a husband?" Zeke guessed.
Marisa gave an exaggerated shrug. "Yeah yeah, but he's also.... settled." There it was. "He's a mechanic, he fixes cars and sure, sure he's good at it, but that's all he is, that's all he wants. He doesn't want anything more. Our life is so small and he's satisfied with that. We used to be more. We could still be more." She sighed and propped her head on her hands. Her greasy hands. Eugh. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her forehead. "I'm sick of arguing."
Zeke took her sort-of clean hands in his. "I have a pretty awful relationship history," he said, and she chuckled. "Wives and partners come and go, but our children are... precious. I would do anything for mine. I think you're the same, Mari. I think you need to take care of your daughter, and that your husband is a grown man who can take care of himself. You can't waste your energy on him when he obviously doesn't have much for you."
She stroked her thumbs across Zeke's palm. When was the last time she'd even held Jacob's hand? Hell, she couldn't remember the last time they'd smiled at each other.
"Zeke?"
"Yes?"
She took a deep breath. "I'm about to do something very stupid. I hope you don't mind." Then she leaned across the booth and kissed him on the mouth, hard and sloppy until he took her chin in his hands and slipped his tongue in her mouth. She moaned, softly, and Zeke pulled back with a smile.
"Let's get out of here."