Gabby and Wes 9. The Reason

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Renn asked, not for the first time.

Gabby looked sideways at her friend.  “It’s a little late now, don’t you think?”

“We could always turn around.  We’re not there yet.”

Gabby laughed.  “We’re here,” she said as she turned off onto the driveway.  “And besides, he hasn’t shut up about you since that night at the bar six months ago.”

Renn smiled at the memory.  “Well, he has called a few times since then.”

“I know.  I’ve heard about every one.”

Renn shot her friend a quick glance.  “I hope not every one!”

Gabby chuckled.  “No, I’m sure not every one.” 

Renn grinned slightly in relief.  Then her grin turned into an all-out smile as she looked over and saw Wes bounding down the porch steps.  Gabby had barely put the car into park before Renn was out the door and embraced in a bear hug by Wes.

“Ah, new love” Gabby thought as she turned the key off and sat in the car a moment watching her best friend and her cousin, waiting to be acknowledged.  Several minutes went by.

“Seriously?” she finally muttered under her breath as she let herself out.  To make a point, she slammed the car door shut a little harder than necessary, which was enough to jar the new lovebirds out of their reverie.  Wes shot Gabby a sheepish look.

“I didn’t forget about you,” he said as he walked over and gave her a hug.

“Mmhm,” replied Gabby as she gave him a playful slap alongside of his head.  Wes wasn’t going to let that go.  With an arched brow, he looked into the back seat.

“Back seat’s empty, and I don’t see a U-haul behind the car.  Did you manage to come out here sharing just trunk space for your luggage?”

“Pfft!  Our bags are being delivered separately, they should be arriving soon,” Gabby informed him as she sauntered past.  She smiled to herself, already knowing the expression on her cousin’s face, not sure whether to believe her or not.  She caught up to Renn and both girls looked at Wes, their lips hinting at the slightest of smiles as his expression darted from their faces to the road behind him.  Finally, Gabby couldn’t stand it any longer and tossed Wes the keys.  He grabbed them in mid-air.

“It should only take you one trip,” she said as she turned and led Renn into the house.  Shaking his head, Wes grabbed the bags and followed them inside.

*

*

“Ooooh, you bought Guinness.  Fancy, schmancy,” Gabby observed as she grabbed two bottles from the fridge.  “Also, what a coincidence.  This just happens to be Renn’s favorite beer.”

“Oh, really?  That’s interesting,” Wes replied innocently, though he wasn’t fooling Gabby and they both knew it.  He took a sip of his own, much lighter beer.  “Honestly, I don’t know how you girls drink that stuff.  Must be a city thing,” he teased.

“Yeah, I was actually surprised to see it in your fridge.  I didn’t know they sold it this far out in the boonies.” 

Wes rolled his eyes.  “We’re not that far out.”

Gabby laughed.  Walking over to the kitchen counter, she grabbed a bottle opener.  She popped the tops off the bottles, then followed Wes’ gaze out the window.  They watched Renn in silence for a couple moments.  She had taken some carrots from the fridge earlier and was making new friends with a horse who had wandered to the side pasture gate. 

“That may be the closest she’s ever been to a horse before,” observed Gabby.  She glanced back at Wes and studied his face for a moment as he watched Renn.

“You know, she’s lived in the city all her life, but she’s also grown somewhat disenchanted with it.” 

Wes smiled a bit at that.  “So, there’s a chance?” he asked, still looking out the window.  “I know this may sound crazy, but I can really see myself with this girl.  For the long run – a future, marriage…” he mused as he took another sip.

“Marriage is a wonderful invention.  Then again, so is a bicycle repair kit.”

Wes nearly choked on his beer as he turned and looked at Gabby.  “Like you even have a bicycle.”

“Exactly,” replied Gabby.  “I’ve never seen a reason for either invention.  But you – ” Gabby stopped and looked pointedly out the window.  “There’s your reason.”  She handed Wes one of the bottles of Guinness.  “Now, go take her this beer before it gets warm.”

Wes was only too happy to oblige.  Gabby stayed back, smiling into her beer for a few minutes before heading outside to join them.

**

© Dahlia Ramone:  May 5, 2019

This was written for Blogophilia Week 9.12 

Topic: Sweet and Sour

Hard Bonus (2 points) : Quote Your Favorite Comedian (Billy Connolly*)

Easy Bonus (1 point): Include Your Favorite Restaurant **

I didn’t really write on topic.

* Marriage is a wonderful invention: then again, so is a bicycle repair kit.

** I included my favorite beer instead (Guinness)

Gabby and Wes: 8 - Liar Liar

Both sets of eyes were on Renn as she pulled out the empty chair at their table and sat down – Gabby’s with curiosity and Wes’ with apprehension.  Renn acknowledged Gabby with a quick nod, then glanced from Wes to the margarita shots on the table, and back to Wes again.  “I finished my martini.  Are one of these drinks still available for me?”  

Wes wasn’t sure if it would be adding fuel to whatever fire was between his cousin and Renn, but he also wasn’t about to give Renn a reason to get up and leave his table.  “Of course,” he replied.  “Take whichever one you like.”

“Actually, I was drinking the green one next,” Gabby stated rather matter-of-factly.

“Really?” Renn shot back as she reached for the green margarita and took a sip.  Gabby just rolled her eyes.

Wes made a showing of clearing his throat.  “So, I guess you two go way back,” he started uncomfortably, hoping to break the brewing tension.  “Though I don’t recall Gabby ever mentioning you before.” He looked to Renn, hopeful that she’d continue the conversation.

 “I’m not surprised,” replied Renn with a slight shrug.  “She likely would have never mentioned my name, especially not since that ‘kickball incident’ from when we were in college.”

 At the sudden mention of kickball, Gabby nearly choked on the drink she had just taken, causing both Renn and Wes to look at her with shocked expressions as she finished her mild coughing fit.  “Kickball?  Seriously??” she gasped as she turned to Renn.  Renn just looked at her with an amused expression.  But Wes was dumbfounded.  “Did you say ‘kickball’?” he asked.  He shook his head slightly, then turned to Gabby.  “I can’t picture you ever playing kickball,” he said to her.  “Was that a college thing?”

 Trying to regain her composure, Gabby took a cautionary sip of her margarita.  “It most assuredly was not a college thing,” she finally replied. 

 “Well, not sanctioned anyway,” Renn interjected.  Gabby shot her a look.  “Where are you going with this?” she asked Renn.

“What do you mean?” asked Renn innocently.  “You started it.” 

Wes looked nervously between the two girls.  While he did want to get to the bottom of their feud, he was beginning to regret bringing up a conversation with them together.  Perhaps it would be best to separate them now, and find out the story later.  He stood up and turned to Renn, hoping to diffuse the situation.

“Renn, I noticed an hors d’oeuvre menu sitting on the bar earlier.  Would you like to go up with me while I order a few things and help me carry them back?” he asked hopefully.

“Oooh, Gabby – that reminds me,” started Renn.  “Do you remember those dessert hors d’oeuvres you used to always get with the maraschino cherries, and how you’d show off after the kickball games by tying the stems in knots in your mouth?”

Wes slowly sat back down in his chair, staring wordlessly between the two girls.  Renn leaned into him and loudly whispered “they always said she had a talented tongue.”

 Wes turned full body to stare at Gabby in disbelief.  “Do I even know you?” he asked her incredulously.

“Oh my God, what? Seriously?!?  She’s full of shit!” Gabby exclaimed.  She looked Renn in the eyes, and Renn couldn’t contain herself any longer and burst out laughing.  Suddenly Gabby was laughing too, and Wes looked at them both like they had just lost their minds.

 Gabby finally took pity on her cousin.  Stifling her giggles, she sat up a little straighter and looked at him.  “Wes, I’d like to introduce you to one of my closest friends, Renn.  Renn, this is my cousin Wes.”

 “I’m very pleased to officially meet you,” said Renn happily as she extended her hand to Wes.  He took her hand into his own, still glancing from one girl to the other.

 “I’m not sure I’m following you.  You two were furious with each other a few minutes ago.”

 “No we weren’t,” laughed Gabby.  “I just asked Renn for a favor and told her I’d play along with whatever she said.  And you were pretty good,” she said as she turned to Renn.  “You almost even had me going.”

 “Well, you know I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life,” Renn admitted with a grin as she winked at Wes.  Wes realized there was no bad blood after all at the table and felt himself relaxing.  He gently squeezed Renn’s hand before releasing it. 

“So…..,” he started, looking Gabby right in the eyes.  “I’ve been set up.”  Gabby just replied with a smirk and raised her glass at him in a mock salute.  Wes shook his head, still trying to completely catch up.  “But when did you two plan this?  You never spoke with Renn before I saw her and went up to her at the bar.”

Gabby and Renn exchanged a look, and Gabby nodded.  Renn unlocked her cell phone and slid it in front of Wes.  It was open to the last text message she received.  Wes looked down and read the message from Gabby:

“Hey, Renn – my cousin

and I are in this same club
right now.  He just noticed
you and is coming up to
say hi.  I still owe him for
that whole cowboy thing,
so make something up 
and I’ll play along.”

Wes looked up at Gabby.  “‘That whole cowboy thing?’”

Gabby just shrugged.  “You know I hate that shit.”

 “Yeah, I know,” chuckled Wes.  He glanced back to Renn, who was watching them both with an amused look on her face.  “What about you, Renn?  Do you hate that shit, too?”

Renn shuddered in reply.  “I’m afraid I’m with Gabby on that one – I can’t do country music or the whole cowboy thing either.”  She paused for a moment, then looked back at Wes with a smile.  “Though I hear that living in the country does have its charm.”

 Wes leaned back in his chair, grinning broadly at Renn.  “Well, yes, you can find a certain charm to country living.  And don’t roll your eyes at me,” he finished without looking at Gabby. 

 "You weren’t even looking at me!” she protested.

He turned to her, arching a brow.  “So you weren’t rolling your eyes?”

Gabby grinned into her drink.  “Maybe just a little,” she admitted.

Renn watched this interaction between Gabby and Wes.  Gabby was her best friend, and she had always been intrigued by Gabby’s stories of her cousin living out on his farm in such a different lifestyle from her and Gabby.  Now that she finally met Wes, she wanted to get to know him better. 

Gabby looked over at her friend, and noticed the thoughtful look on her face.  She also hadn’t missed the smiles and glances directed at Wes.  Gabby smiled, suspecting she wouldn’t be traveling alone when she made her next trip out to the country. 

 

© Dahlia Ramone: September 4, 2016

 

This was written for Blogophilia Week 29.9

Topic: “A Talented Tongue”

Bonuses:

Hard (2 pts): Incorporate a J D Salinger quote *

Easy (1 pts): Include the word “kickball”

* “I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life”

 

 

 

Gabby and Wes: 7 - Rumors of Revenge

“Hello, good evening.” Wes nodded a greeting to Renn.  He had squeezed himself past a couple people at the bar to maneuver in next to her.  “Please excuse my intrusion, but I come bearing a delicious gift from a friend.”  With a smile, he gestured with one of the margarita shots in his hand before placing it down in front of her.  Renn looked from the glass to Wes with some confusion.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” she asked him.  “And to which friend are you referring?”

“Gabby.  She’s sitting right over there,” explained Wes as he pointed toward the other side of the bar in Gabby’s direction.

Renn’s eyes narrowed as she followed Wes’s direction.

“Gabby?? That bitch?”

Wes responded with a look of shock.  “Excuse me??”

“Surely she didn’t actually tell you we were still friends?” Renn looked quite miffed as she took a sip of her martini, ignoring the margarita shot Wes had set down in front of her.  “I don’t imagine she told you what she did to me?”

Wes was truly uncomfortable.  He had gotten up from his table so quickly that he hadn’t given Gabby an opportunity to tell him anything about this woman or their relationship.

“Ummm, I – well, no.” Completely caught off guard, Wes hated that he was stammering.  He tried to back out of what had suddenly become a bad situation.

“Are we talking about the same Gabby?  I know she can be sarcastic sometimes, but she’s not a mean person.  Couldn’t it have just been a misunderstanding?” he asked hopefully.

“No.  It was quite deliberate on her end.  Very thought out and quite public, I should add.  In fact –” Renn leaned in close to Wes and continued in a whisper. “There are rumors of revenge floating throughout our social circle.”  Renn leaned back and gave Wes a few seconds to process what she told him.  “Just how well do you know her?” she finally asked.

‘Revenge??’ Wes’ mind was scrambling.  ‘Good God, what could Gabby have possibly done to this woman?’ 

“Well, Gabby’s my cousin, actually.”

Renn noticed Wes was fidgeting.  She shrugged her shoulders slightly, appearing indifferent.  “Damn, that’s too bad.  And I thought you were kind of cute, too.  It’s a shame we couldn’t possibly entertain any thoughts now of getting to know one another.”

“Well, wait.  Let’s not look at guilt by association here.” Wes was torn between his attraction to Renn and his loyalty to Gabby.  “I’ve known Gabby all my life; we grew up together as kids.  Granted, I don’t see her as often now that we live so far apart, but this is out of character for her.  She’s just not the type to be deliberately mean.”

“It might seem that way to you, but you haven’t spent the last ten years with her in the city like I have.  Essentially, you’ve only seen glimpses of her these past ten years during brief visits.  Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.”  She gave Wes a look.  “Perhaps you don’t really know your cousin as well as you think you do.”

“That’s crazy, it just doesn’t make sense,” replied Wes, shaking his head.  “I know Gabby, I know her.”

Renn picked up the margarita Wes had offered her and held it out to him.  “I think you should go back to your table and re-acquaint yourself with your cousin.  She’s got some explaining to do to you.”  Wes took the drink from Renn and continued looking at her until she broke eye contact and turned away.  With both his mind and heart reeling, Wes had no choice but to do as Renn said.  She had clearly dismissed him.

Angry and confused, Wes stormed back to Gabby, setting the two glasses down with enough force to cause the margaritas to slosh out a little onto the table.  Taken aback, Gabby stared at Wes for a few minutes as she waited for him to calm down.  She reached for one of the glasses and with a napkin, wiped the side clean before taking a sip.  Casually, she asked “So, I take it that didn’t go well?”

“You think??” Wes replied in a surly tone.  “Just what exactly did you do to her?”

“Do to her?!  I didn’t do anything to her.  Why? What did she say?” asked Gabby, both defensive and curious.

Wes sighed heavily and glared at Gabby.  “She didn’t go into detail.  But she did say it was deliberate, and that you had some explaining to do.”

“Oh, I see,” replied Gabby, busying herself with a few more sips of her drink.  She appeared to be deep in thought and Wes studied her, trying to read her.

“Well…..” he looked pointedly at her.

“Well what?” Gabby returned innocently.

“Oh come on, give me a chance here!  I feel something about this girl.” Wes was clearly exasperated.  “I’m fighting for love!”

“Seriously??  You just met her.”  Gabby wasn’t swayed so easily.  “Try fighting with your head for a change.  It's a good one, even if it does resist learning.”

“See Gabby, now that’s just the kind of sarcasm that gets you in trouble.”

Gabby shrugged her shoulders.  “I make no apologies for who I am.” 

Wes slumped over slightly, resting his head in his hands. “Look, I’m really attracted to Renn.  Just what exactly happened between the two of you?  Can it be repaired, or do I need to worry about this?”

“Oh, it’s not time to worry.  Yet,” replied Gabby with a wry grin. 

Wes looked up at Gabby.  She wasn’t looking at him and he turned his head to see what had her attention.  His heart flipped when he noticed Renn, and he mentally braced himself.  She appeared to be looking directly at Gabby and was walking right up to their table.

 

© Dahlia Ramone: July 24, 2016

This was written for Blogophilia Week 23.9

Topic:  Rumors of Revenge

Bonus Points:

Hard (2 pts): use a quote from ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’**

Easy (1 pt): include variances of the lyric

‘I’m a little teapot...’ (I did not)

 

** I used the following three quotes:

“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are.”

“Try fighting with your head for a change...

it's a good one, even if it does resist learning.”

“It’s not time to worry yet”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gabby and Wes: 6 - Flights of Fancy

“Is this really what you do when you go out?” Wes cupped his hands together and blew into them, trying in vain to warm himself up.  “We’ve been in line for an hour.”

“We’ve been in line for twenty minutes.  And no, I typically won’t wait in line to get into a night club.  But I didn’t realize this was the last night of that abstract art exhibition I’ve been dying to see.”  Gabby turned her head to look at Wes.  “And if I hadn’t spent the better part of last month in the boonies with you, I could have come on a slower night.”

“Only you call it ‘the boonies,’ chided Wes.  “And you like coming out to visit me.  Besides, you seemed to hit it off with Wyatt.”

Gabby turned full body to stare at Wes.  “Are you delusional??  You pushed me into him.  It was all I could do to get through that night!”

Wes chuckled to himself at the memory.  Perhaps tonight was Gabby’s idea of payback – a fancy New York City night club that he had absolutely no interest in.  Resigning himself to an evening of his version of torture, he stepped to the side of the line to count the heads in front of him.  Moving back next to Gabby he said “Well, we’re only fifteen back now.”

“See?” smiled Gabby sweetly, “we’ll be in in no time.” 

“You’re not fooling me with that smile.  You’re enjoying every minute of this,” accused Wes.

“Oh, I don’t deny that for a minute,” laughed Gabby.  “You don’t know anyone here in the city and you don’t have a key to my apartment, so you can’t leave.  My turf, my rules.”

                                                                  
“God help me,” muttered Wes.  Looking around, he raised his arms back and forth, hopping about as he shouted “won’t somebody come and rescue me!?!”

“What are you doing??” asked Gabby as several curious looks came their way.

Wes shrugged.  “If you can’t beat ‘em, mortify ‘em.”

“Ugh!” Gabby exclaimed as she turned her back to Wes.  “I’m just going to pretend I don’t know you.”

“Good luck with that,” laughed Wes as he inched closer to Gabby.  Now that he was inclined to play his favorite game, ‘Get Her Goat,’ he decided he might enjoy his evening after all. 

__

A few hours later, Wes was surprised to admit that he was actually enjoying himself.  Not that he’d admit that to his cousin - he’d never hear the end of it.  Though he didn’t care for the art that was being showcased; to him anything that looked like he could have slopped some paint on the bottom of his chickens’ feet and had them scratching across a canvas didn’t seem worthy of such a hefty price tag.  But it did give him an idea and he smiled at the absurdity of it.  He was so lost in thought that he didn’t see Gabby coming up to him.

“Hey!  I’ve been looking all over for you.  What are you smiling about?” she asked.

“Oh, just some farm art,” Wes replied with a grin.

Gabby looked from Wes to the paintings on the wall then back to Wes, not making the connection.

“You’re so weird,” she replied.  “Come on, you need to try these margaritas. This place is known for them.  The first flight’s on me.” Gabby led Wes over to the bar in the main room.

“Ugh.  More waiting?” groaned Wes, eyeing the throng four deep gathered at the bar.  “Can’t I just get a beer from the other bar?  And what’s a flight?”

“No, you can’t just get a beer; you can get that anywhere.  And we don’t need to wait, I’ve already ordered them.” Gabby pointed to a small table in the corner.  Wes looked and noticed two rows of what appeared to be five margaritas each, served in large shot glasses.

 

Margarita La Cava Del Tequila Flight

“Fancy,” he observed as they sat down.

“Exactly,” smiled Gabby as she reached for one.  “These are called ‘Flights of Fancy.’  Cheers!”

Wes chose a glass and clinked it with Gabby’s.  “Here’s to love and peace,” he replied as he sampled the margarita.  “Mmmmm…not bad.”

“Yep,” agreed Gabby.  “They offer these in flights so you can see which one you like best. Then you can order your favorite in a regular size glass.”

“So, for you that would be like a quart?” Wes dodged as soon as he said that, but not quickly enough to avoid Gabby’s hand as she smacked him on the shoulder.

“Fuck you.”

Wes laughed as he reached for another glass.  “I’m just saying.”  He was about to elaborate but he paused mid-thought as his eyes caught a face at the other end of the bar.  “Speaking of love and peace…didn’t expect that to come about so quickly…” he mused aloud.  Gabby turned her head to follow his gaze. With somewhat of shock, she looked back to Wes.

“Renn?” she asked.

“What? When?? Right now,” replied Wes, not taking his eyes off the girl at the bar.

“No, dumbass.  Renn.  She’s a friend of mine.”

Now Wes turned his gaze back to Gabby.  “Seriously??” With a sly grin, he clinked his glass against Gabby’s again.

Gabby rolled her eyes.  “Oh good God, it’s going to be a long night,” she muttered as she reached for a third glass.

“Better order another fancy flight,” Wes suggested as he got up from the table, grabbing two glasses as he did so.  “Or that quart; you’re gonna need it.” Gabby shot him a look as he walked away laughing.  With a sigh, she signaled the attendant for another round.  As she watched Wes make his way to the back of the bar, it was her turn to slyly grin.  “Oh, I’m not making it that easy for you,” she thought to herself as she took out her phone and entered a quick text to her friend.  A minute later, she saw Renn looking down at her phone.  With a satisfied smile, Gabby sat back in her seat to wait it out.  She knew the evening now was just beginning.

 

© Dahlia Ramone: July 23, 2016

 

This was written for Blogophilia Week 22.9

Topic: Flights of Fancy  

Bonus: Hard (2 pts) Incorporate a Stevie Ray Vaughan lyric

(“Won’t somebody come and rescue me” from the song ‘Crossfire’)

Easy (1 pt) Include the words love and peace

 

 

 

 

 

Gabby and Wes: 5 - All the Lonely People

 “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” muttered Gabby for the eighth time.  She pulled her New York driver’s license out of her bag and handed it to the bouncer at the door.

Wes was unfazed.  “Relax, it won’t be that painful,” he laughed as he stepped ahead of her into the bar.

“Easy for you to say.  You’re not being set up.”

“You’re not being set up – that was last week.  This is just….follow through.”

“Follow through to what? The Gates of Hell?” Gabby shuddered as she walked through the door and looked around the dimly lit bar.  A bright neon green sign advertising Coors Light hung on the wall behind the bar, along with an odd assortment of license plates and horse shoes.  Gabby couldn’t help herself and shuddered, a movement not lost on Wes.

“Be nice,” he chided.  “Wyatt is looking forward to this.  Besides, by all accounts you looked like you were into him last week.”

“By all accounts I was slightly past tipsy last week.  It was the only way to get through that damn party.  And now you throw this at me?  Can’t you just torture me with your country music and leave it at that?  You have to add disco, too?  I’m surprised people in the boondocks even know what disco is.”

Wes shook his head.  “For the hundredth time, I do not live in the ‘boondocks’ just because we don’t have a Starbucks nearby.  Anyway, where’s your sense of adventure?  It’s Disco Cowboy Night.  I bet you’ve never even been to a Country Disco bar before.”

“Yeah, and there’s a reason for that.  I don’t do country, and I feel the same way about disco as I do about herpes.”

“You could have just said ‘no.’”

“I tried, remember?  You threatened to hide my bags if I didn’t come, and I can’t very well fly home without them.”

“Yeah well remember, I can still hide them if you don’t play nice.” Wes side-stepped Gabby just as she moved to punch him in the arm.  She caught him looking just past her and turned around as he shouted out “Wyatt, you made it!”

“Hey, y’all” Wyatt nodded a greeting at Wes.  “Gabby,” he nodded at Gabby as he tipped his hat, holding his gaze on her a few seconds longer than she would have cared for.  Gabby smiled politely in return.  “So, Wyatt, is this where all the lonely people go?” she asked as she gestured toward the bar.  Gabby couldn’t help smirking just a little as Wes frowned a warning at her.  Wyatt, however, was new to her sarcasm. 

“What? No,” Wyatt replied.  “They go down to The Broken Road.  It’s a sad little hole in the wall, though fitting for its name, I suppose.  Here, everyone is just full of life – partying at the bar, riding the mechanical bull or boot-scootin’ on the dance floor.  Come on, I’ll show you,” Wyatt explained as he grabbed Gabby’s hand and pulled her along to the main room before she had a chance to object.  Now it was Wes’ turn to smirk as he followed close behind, making damn sure he didn’t miss whatever was going to happen next.

They all stopped just inside the room, where the dance floor was nearly packed.  Gabby had heard of line-dancing, of course, but she’d never actually seen people doing it.  On this first occasion for her, she had the misfortune to witness the odd synchronized dancing amidst a cringe-worthy array of polyester and sequins, giant belt buckles and black felt hats.  It was like a train wreck that you couldn’t tear your eyes from.  Wyatt mistook her shock for interest.

“You wanna dance, too?  Let’s go get down,” he tried to take Gabby’s hand again.  “That is NOT the way I get down!” she stated emphatically as she jerked her arm away and took two steps back, only to back up against Wes.  Wes chuckled as he blocked her getaway.  “Oh, no you don’t,” he whispered in her ear before giving her a gentle shove forward.  He knew he’d regret it later, but he made sure to put just enough ‘oompf’ into his push to propel her into Wyatt.  Awkwardly, Wyatt grabbed at Gabby to prevent her from falling down.  Wes seized on the opportunity.  “Have fun you two!” he shouted gleefully.  Gabby shot him a death glare as Wyatt release his grip from around her waist, but firmly held onto her hand.

“I don’t have the patience for this shit,” Gabby mumbled under her breath as Wyatt led her out onto the dance floor to the strains of “ride, ride, ride, disco cowboy…”

© Dahlia Ramone: March 29, 2015

 

*Warning* Once you see this video, you can’t unsee it. 

So if you decided to watch it, just remember, you did it to yourself ;)

 

My apologies to people who actually like country music.

 

This was written for Blogophilia Week 6.8.  It is actually something that I started for Week 7.7 (from sometime last year?) but never got around to finishing.  So instead of scratching it completely, I just worked this week’s prompts into it.  Below are the topics and prompts for each ;)

Blogophilia Week 6.8 Topic:  All the Lonely People

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts)  Incorporate a lyric from a Linkin Park song

That is not the way I get down / You did it to yourself /

I don’t have the patience – All from the song “Lies Greed Misery”

(Easy, 1 pt) Use the term "twitter-light" (I didn’t)

Blogophilia 7.7 Topic: Slightly Past Tipsy

Bonus Points:

(Hard, 2 pts):  Quote Hunter Thompson

(“I feel the same way about disco as I do about herpes”)

(Easy, 1 pt):  Incorporate a snack machine (I didn’t)