|Subject:||Part Three: Chaz Linderson Retaliates|
|Author:||Billina (Authenticated as Billina)|
|Date:||August 18, 2012 at 6:37:26 PM|
|Reply to:||Build-a-Story: Round Three! by Viola Eponine|
Mia picked up Dextra in her 1987 Rabbit around nine, and the two of them made their way to The Boiler Room, the only bar in town where a band didn't have to be good to get onstage and play. The only thing that mattered was loud and obnoxious, and Mia knew Rory's brother's coworker's band would not disappoint.
"They really suck," said Mia. "I think they're called The Red Rockets, or something."
"Listen, I asked Beverly and Milo to join us," said Mia. "I thought a good old-fashioned double date might ease you into the whole, 'dating a woman' thing."
"I'm fine," said Dextra. "I don't have a problem going out with you, obviously ."
"Well, if you want, I could tell Bev and Milo to get lost."
"No, don't do that," said Dextra. "I like Bev. Milo is...okay."
Mia laughed as they pulled into The Boiler Room's vast parking lot. They entered the bar and saw an older woman and a young, dark-haired man sitting at a table.
"Hey, Bev!" squealed Mia. Bev stood up, and the two women hugged each other. "Long time no see!"
"Hello, Mia," said Bev. "Hello, Dex."
Dextra nodded, and so did Milo. The four of them sat and watched The Red Rockets set up onstage.
"I've heard them before," said Mia. "They are god-awful."
"Oh, good," said Bev, a huge smile on her face. "I'm in the mood for something god-awful. I've heard so much Norah Jones lately, I'm ready for a little roughness."
"Ha-ha." Milo rolled his eyes while Beverly ruffled his hair. She had a good twenty years on him, but they made an adorable couple.
"As for you, little lady," said Bev, gesturing to Dextra. "Well, I heard about you lost your marbles on Mr. Linderson. Let's just say, people are talking."
"I'm sure they are," said Dextra. "I don't know what came over me."
Just then, Chaz entered the bar. He took one look at Dextra and turned an even whiter shade of fish belly before making a beeline for the bathroom.
"That bartender is a total bigot." Mia's voice cut through Dextra's thoughts, and she refocused her attention on her date.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Because he totally gave me the stink-eye, and I'm convinced it's because of my dreds."
"That doesn't make him a bigot."
"Maybe not, but it does makes him a dick." Beverly and Milo laughed, and Dextra excused herself. She was headed for the men's bathroom.
She saw Chaz at one of the urinals just as The Red Rockets started playing their first number.
"Hey," she said, softly. Chaz jumped.
"Get the fuck away from me," he said through gritted teeth.
"Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry," she sighed. "I feel really bad about what happened, and- "
"And nothing ," sneered Chaz. He flushed the urinal and turned to face her. "You are one psychotic bitch, you know that? I should have called the cops."
Dextra said nothing. Chaz walked up to her and wiped his wet hand on her face.
"That's not a burning cigarette, but it's the worst I could do under the circumstances," he said. "And you totally deserve it." With that, he left Dextra in the bathroom, frantically applying soap and water to her face. Mia's image appeared in the mirror; Dextra turned around.
"What's up with you?" said Mia. "You follow your ex-boyfriend to the john and completely ignore your date?"
"That scuzz just wiped his piss on my face!" shouted Dextra.
"He wiped his piss across my face !" Dextra took a generous supply of paper towels from the dispenser and rubbed them on her cheek, hard. "I mean, not that I didn't deserve it, but- "
"Oh, Ms. Phillips," she said. "Only you could get into this type of situation."
She moved in for a hug and held Dextra tight against her.
"Wanna dance?" she asked. "I know the band is terrible, but all you have to do is twitch like you're in a Shaker's meeting. It's easy."
"Nah, I don't think so," sighed Dextra. "I just want to go home."
"Want me to take you?"
With that, they said goodbye to Bev and Milo, piled into the '87 Rabbit, and left. Mia put her hand on Dextra's knee during the ride, and Dextra let her keep it there.
"An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way."
"And by the way, dearie, your punctuation sucks canal water!"
-The ghost of Vivian Vance
This message was edited by the author on August 18, 2012 at 6:59:08 PM
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