~ Mine ~

I'll Go On

"Hello?" Reba croaked out, lifting her tired head as she looked at the red blinking alarm clock next to her. It read 2:47, who in the hell needed her at 2:47?!

"Sorry ma'am, my bar is getting ready to close here and this drunken feller says's you're the old woman I need to call in order to get him out of my bar." The man rasped out from the other end of the phone. She took a moment to adjust herself in her king sized bed, the room pitch black around her.

"What?" Reba muttered out in confusion. Was this some kind of prank? Did a fan somehow get a hold of her number?

"Marvel Blackstone claims you're his wife and since he refuses to hand over his card for a cab, the policy is I have to call, okay?" The man explained, clearly growing a bit impatient.

"Blackstock." Could be heard being called out in the background, sounding as if Narvel was correcting the man. The last time Reba remembered Narvel getting this drunk in a bar alone, was back in their tour bus days.

"Which bar? I'm on my way." She muttered quickly. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered that he'd given them her number or angry, she went with both...

"220 Printers Alley."

"Thank you, ma'am." The raspy man thanked. She could tell by his sincerity that he was just tired and ready to go home after a long shift.

"Hey buddy, watch them travelin' hands," Narvel warned, as a heavy biker man, with a leather vest on, tried to hold him upright and lead him to the door of Bourbon Street Blues And Boogie Bar, just as Reba walked through the double doors.

"Hey, look she came!" Narvel yelled out, pointing over in Reba's direction, catching her a little off guard. He was REALLY drunk.

"I'll take him from here," Reba grumbled as she walked over to where the man and Narvel were standing, slipping her black purse on her shoulder, and grabbing his left arm harshly.

"Ouch." Narvel fussed pulling away from her quickly.

"Hush." She hissed back, shaking her head before grabbing his arm again, causing the man, who was still holding onto the other side of Narvel, to laugh softly.

"Well, you sure are full of piss and vinegar." He laughed again in her direction.

"But I can't say I blame you." He added quickly when he saw her arching eyebrows. She understood that this man wanted to go home but she really didn't need his crap too.

"Let me help you at least get him to the door." He instructed as they began to lead him slowly. Narvel swayed a bit but he quickly tried to pull away from the man and lean back over on Reba.

"You think you can walk there big guy?" He questioned Narvel warningly.

"She's tiny and I won't let you crush her with your weight." Nodding his head, in his drunken tough guy state, Narvel gathered whatever strength he had, and began to walk forward without the help of the biker or Reba. The first few steps were shaky but eventually, after gripping the table next to him for a moment, he found his rhythm.

"Thank you," Reba said softly, turning towards the biker, as they watched behind Narvel a moment.

"You take care okay?" He replied softly, rubbing her back a bit before watching her too walk after Narvel.

"Narvel it's this one over here," Reba called out in the dark parking lot in frustration, standing a few feet in front of her dark SUV. Walking towards her a bit before stumbling, he slightly swayed, which then caused her to lurch forward and catch him, the parking lot light to their left, turning on from the motion.