The Mic and The Act (A Short Story)

Whiskey's and A Fist

We were going strong,

it was again a Friday night Matilda and I celebrated our one-year anniversary at the bar where we met.

It's as if looking back into a picture, nothing has changed since I last went here and the only difference is that I'm not a regular here anymore as I work in a different bar.

The bartender got a haircut, the singers still at their lounge and the vibes of the place remain the same reeking with whiskey, whine and people who had too much to drink.

This time we were sitting on a couples table reminiscing how I made my first move, until this young looking fellow approached us and greeted Matilda, "Sweet cheeks I haven't seen you since forever! You look gorgeous and fine tonight! I'm guessing he's your new sugar plum eh? Hope he giving you that sweet spanking!"

If my ears are very clear he's hitting on her and harassing her, before Matilda could respond or the guy could say another word my fist was already colliding with the pretty boy's face.

Matilda was clearly in awe of what I did as she screamed at me, "Fuck Sonny what did you just do?"

I was already angered by the guy so I screamed at her too, "I punched him in his goddamn face for being such a fucking pig! What did you expect me to do? Let him disrespect you? What did he even mean with those words he told you? Sweet cheeks? What is wrong with you Matilda?"

The pretty boy was out cold on the floors and I could swear Matilda was worried about him,

then all of a sudden Matilda slapped me and said, "You don't even fucking know him and you used your knuckles already, you don't know me that very well Sonny! I'm leaving and don't you dare follow me!"

I just stood there watching her leave with the security dragging that fucking pretty boy out and I order my usual glass of whiskey that night,

drinking as if it were last year's usual Friday night.