Mrs. Black and White sipped the last of her coffee until there was nothing left in the cup. She felt more awake and sober, although a strong headache was creeping up her temples. She wasn’t used to drinking. All she’d had before was two bottles of beer. It was a wonder how she’d kept all that alcohol along with her breakfast and lunch down by now.
Mr. Multicultural sneaked the bartender more money for the coffee and helped her up. She appeared even more beautiful now that her eyes weren’t as red and swollen from crying anymore. The bartender looked at them as they moved to the door.
“I’ll be back in a second,” Mr. Multicultural told her and ran back to the bar. “I can take the lady’s keys. I’ll drive her home,” he said and opened his palm waiting for the key. The bartender sighed but gave him the key; after all, that meant one less thing to worry about for him. How much better could this shift go?
He ran back to Mrs. Black and White and placing a hand on her back, he guided her out the door. The air felt good against her face as he walked her to her car. He wouldn’t let her drive tonight though. She didn’t refuse and sat in the passenger’s seat. He turned the key in the ignition and the car roared to life.
“Take it easy on the brake. The old thing doesn’t run like it used to,” she warned with grim smile.
His house was nearby, so they didn’t have a long drive. It was a small but neat place. He placed her bag and his architecture book on the kitchen table and showed her where the bathroom and his bedroom were. She seemed tired; she needed to rest. She thanked him and disappeared in the bedroom, closing the door behind her. He plopped himself on the couch, feeling too hyper to sleep. He turned on the television, and after figuring out that there was nothing worth watching at six in the morning, he picked up a book from the coffee table.
The waitress just brought the order for Mr. Rock ‘n’ Roll and Rock Chick; two steaming plates of bacon and eggs along with two big cups of coffee. The old cafe down the corner from the bar made them feel as if they had stepped into another decade. Mr. Rock ‘n’ Roll felt like he had never done anything wrong in his life, like the mistakes of the past weren’t his. He was living just for the present, and this present, felt just wonderful.
“Do you think I’ll regret it?” he asked her.
She smiled at him, licking her lip ring. “You won’t regret anything that will make up what you know in your heart was a mistake.”
He smiled smugly back, excited at the prospect of the life this new day was offering to him.
Mr. Multicultural was sitting on a chair, tapping his foot nervously, waiting in the police station for Mrs. Black and White. She had decided to report her husband’s abusive behavior, and he drove her to the closest station. She seemed to need a friend. And who knew… In the future… Maybe… He could be something… more…
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