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)
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