Mitchell was where Mitchell liked being best: at a
bar with an open tab and a good looking
bartender to talk dirty to. Looking a little
disheveled he sat down on a stool, kicked his
bad leg out and put his sunglasses on. A manic
one-sided smile appeared.
“Hey there, good looking!” Mitchell hollered
out to the bartender.
“How you been baby?” he shouted, after
getting no reply to his first hello.
Barb hadn’t seen Mitchell in two weeks, and
they needed the break before something
happened. They had that love-hate kind of
feeling for one another.
The last time she’d seen him, he’d offered her
thirty bucks and a pack of cigarettes to “drive
him home and stay a while.” It annoyed her, and
she’d told him to multiply by ten and she’d
consider it.
“Well hello stranger! How are you?” Barb
asked
“I just got off a bird, Barb. They flew me home
from Houston this morning,” Mitchell said
seriously. When he talks helicopters, he gets
really serious.
“What’s going on in Houston? Let me guess,
the Navy has you working on a ‘special
project,’” Barb said, while making the “quote,
unquote” sign with her hands.
“Actually, they had me doing something for
…well, I can’t tell you anymore than that or I
could lose my security clearances.”
Mitchell is very particular about his security
clearances and claims to have a bunch of them.
He’s an essential part of national security and
gets calls from Langley all the time.
“But hey, Barb, come here,” he waved her closer
and then leaned his head toward her sideways.
Barb
could smell his rotting breath and to avoid
inhaling
the foul odor, took a deep breath and held it.
“I’ve got a friend at home looking for a good
time tonight, and I was hoping you had some of
those
pills for sale?” Mitchell asked softly, while his
eyes
darted all over the room looking for
eavesdroppers.
“Yeah, we get so many in the mail that you can
have a few real cheap,” Barb grabbed her
purse and
fished out a few prescription bottles.
“Here, take two of those and one of each of
these. You’ll be up all night loving like Don
Juan,” she said, as she handed him a small
handful of
pills.
Mitchell loved to pop pills, if only for the
thrill of the unknown. Barb sold ED drugs for half
price after starting her Internet scam to get free
Viagra. She also gave him a painkiller and a
muscle relaxer, all of which he immediately
popped and chased with vodka.
bar with an open tab and a good looking
bartender to talk dirty to. Looking a little
disheveled he sat down on a stool, kicked his
bad leg out and put his sunglasses on. A manic
one-sided smile appeared.
“Hey there, good looking!” Mitchell hollered
out to the bartender.
“How you been baby?” he shouted, after
getting no reply to his first hello.
Barb hadn’t seen Mitchell in two weeks, and
they needed the break before something
happened. They had that love-hate kind of
feeling for one another.
The last time she’d seen him, he’d offered her
thirty bucks and a pack of cigarettes to “drive
him home and stay a while.” It annoyed her, and
she’d told him to multiply by ten and she’d
consider it.
“Well hello stranger! How are you?” Barb
asked
“I just got off a bird, Barb. They flew me home
from Houston this morning,” Mitchell said
seriously. When he talks helicopters, he gets
really serious.
“What’s going on in Houston? Let me guess,
the Navy has you working on a ‘special
project,’” Barb said, while making the “quote,
unquote” sign with her hands.
“Actually, they had me doing something for
…well, I can’t tell you anymore than that or I
could lose my security clearances.”
Mitchell is very particular about his security
clearances and claims to have a bunch of them.
He’s an essential part of national security and
gets calls from Langley all the time.
“But hey, Barb, come here,” he waved her closer
and then leaned his head toward her sideways.
Barb
could smell his rotting breath and to avoid
inhaling
the foul odor, took a deep breath and held it.
“I’ve got a friend at home looking for a good
time tonight, and I was hoping you had some of
those
pills for sale?” Mitchell asked softly, while his
eyes
darted all over the room looking for
eavesdroppers.
“Yeah, we get so many in the mail that you can
have a few real cheap,” Barb grabbed her
purse and
fished out a few prescription bottles.
“Here, take two of those and one of each of
these. You’ll be up all night loving like Don
Juan,” she said, as she handed him a small
handful of
pills.
Mitchell loved to pop pills, if only for the
thrill of the unknown. Barb sold ED drugs for half
price after starting her Internet scam to get free
Viagra. She also gave him a painkiller and a
muscle relaxer, all of which he immediately
popped and chased with vodka.
“You know Barb I don’t have a dysfunctional
erectile. I used these for performance because my lady
friends demand it. They can’t get enough of me,”
Mitchell told Barb matter-of-factly.
“I’m sure they can’t, buddy. How about the money
for the pills?” Barb said with an outstretched hand.
“Well ... I don’t have any cash with me,
darling,” Mitchell said with an embarrassed smile.
“Mitchell, I need that money for my dinner, so
please just give me the pills back or turn over the
money.” Barb was getting agitated.
“I already took them,” Mitchell said, as he hung
his head in shame.
“You took all of them?” Barb asked incredulously.
“Yeah, just put them on my tab,” he mumbled, as
his eyes started to roll and grow very heavy.
Barb was furious. She knew a disaster was about
to happen. Two pain pills, a high test muscle relaxer,
and two Viagra was a recipe for disaster, especially
for Mitchell.
The world was starting to bend a little bit for
Mitchell, and he felt a warm sensation on his legs. He
could have pissed himself but wasn’t interested in
finding out for sure. He wanted another drink but
couldn’t make himself ask for it. Words were not
coming out and he didn’t understand why. Blue and red
waves of color and heat were appearing and he felt
like his barstool was floating.
“Mitchell! What the hell is going on?” Ace yelled
at Mitchell from behind, spooking him.
Mitchell looked up at him with his head just off
the bar, opening his mouth and trying to talk. Nothing
but drool was coming out.
“Boy, look down, you goddamn disgrace,” Ace said
in disgust.
He looked down and saw something bad, something
that he wasn’t able to do anything about. Hearing Ace
yelling and the bartender making rotten faces was not
his idea of a good time. He’d have to escape.
Mitchell took about five seconds to collect
himself and then spun off his stool, and fell through
the door and down on the sidewalk.
“Ace, what happened?” Barb asked.
“That son of a bitch pissed and crapped all over
the stool and the floor. And he was just sitting in it
like he didn’t notice. Did you give him any of those
bovine tranquilizers?” Ace asked hesitantly.
“No, I just gave him some Advil and a Viagra,”
Barb lied.
“Well go get the mop and the bleach. I’ll lock
the door til we get this mess cleaned up.”
Ace looked outside for Mitchell, but he was
nowhere in sight. Then he looked down at the sidewalk
and saw a trail heading south. Ace figured it wasn’t
the kind of trail to be following and went back
inside.