Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Cigarette

TW❌ Billy ❌

The night was dragging its feet slowly, scraping its way across the beer splattered floor. The cover band was on its 3rd rendition of All Black and Hairy by Screaming Lord Sutch & The Savages. The crowd very much loved the performance while you on the other hand were ready to bury your head in the ice maker.

"Nance- can I call you Nance?" You quickly ask, not wanting to be rude by throwing a nickname on her like that without asking.

"Yeah, everybody else does." She smiled from the corner of her mouth.

"Okay good. Yeah I'm just gonna go take a smoke I think my ear drums have just burst." You pointed over your shoulders and feign death by dropping your head to your shoulder, rolling your eyes back and pulling your mouth into a wicked grimace.

You earned a giggle from Nancy and promptly snatched the cigs from your purse and made a break for the kitchens back door. The coast was clear, no delinquents out back trying to get fresh with each other behind the dumpsters. You plopped on the milk crate sat on the pavement and leaned against the brick wall. Letting your body slump against the rough surface before remembering your delicate panty hose wings, you moved fast, checking the damage over your shoulder and found only a few picked spots. Nothing too noticeable thankfully.

You slid them off your shoulder and held a cigarette in your mouth, the lighter held between your knees as you wrestled with the wings.

"Getting undressed for me?" A snarky male voice rang out in the sparsely occupied parking lot. Sure there were lots of cars, but most people were inside the bar or preoccupied inside their foggy vehicles.

You searched the dimly lit area and couldn't place the voice to a person or area. So you just lit up your smoke and inhaled deeply, watching the end light up red while a thin sliver of smoke drifted up and away. Gravel crunched to your left, the dumpster. You sat still, ignoring the noise and acting as unbothered as possible. The door was right there, just open it up and one of the kitchen guys would come right out.

"That's bad for you ya know?" A black boot tapped your shoe, and you looked up despite your best efforts to avoid this man's gaze. Immediately you recognized his face from earlier.

"I'm not interested in chatting." Blowing a puff of smoke up toward his face. He coughed quietly with a fist up to his chest.

"That's an awfully hurtful thing to say." He tsks in the most condescending way possible.

You gritted your teeth and glared at him before leaning back and kicking out your legs, taking up space and hoping he'd take the hint to leave. But he didn't, he moved closer, leaning against the brick beside you. Eerily close, so close you could almost feel the warmth coming off him. You kept looking straight ahead, smoking your cigarette. Then you heard him shift his weight, fiddling with something in his hands.

You took this as your cue to finally give up on a peaceful break and began to stand when a hand firmly clasped your shoulder and pushed you back down. With no real weapon available you thought quickly when he leaned forward, his hair disturbingly brushing your cheek as he went to whisper something to you.

Immediately you took your half smoked cigarette and pressed it against the blonde haired bitch hovering over you. He growled and grasped at his neck, his face red and veins bulging as he stumbled backwards.

"Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you!" He charged at you, your hand already on the door handle and turning it.A feeling of dread rushing over you in cold shivers as you watched his mouth curl into a sickening grin.

"Feisty huh? I like feisty." His voice was strained and you could see that he was struggling to contain his rage. He threw his head back, the sweaty strands of hair glued to his neck moved and exposed that bright red and angry burn.