JOLENE'S P.O.V
Another day another dollar. Depressed, anxious, and frustrated she left work and headed to BROWN'S. A tradition that was all too quickly becoming a habit. Even with a forged resume, she wasn't good enough for a job worth a damn. Interacting with sweaty oddly shaped losers was rock bottom.
Why did she even need a resume for this job?
The majority of people working there were socially inept, or individuals destined to commit crimes on account of mental disease or defect. Walking in there was like turning yourself in for voluntary commitment.
Walking into BROWN'S, her drink was already waiting at the bar. Nodding to the bartender she took her seat and began her nightly routine. Midway into her second rum and coke, she met Andrea.
"Mind if I sit here?"
"Not at all"
Sitting down he waves the bartender over, orders himself a drink and offers her a third. Accepting his invitation, he starts smiling ear to ear and began to close the deal.
"Are you from around here?"
"Yup! I work down the street"
"Oh cool, what do you do?"
"Market research, you?"
"Advertising my-"
Letting him blab about his impressive career she tunned him out and downed her drink and started in on the third one he had gotten her.
Exhausting every avenue of the conversation he got straight for the point.
"So do you live around here?"
"10-minute walk"
Buying her 3 more and paying the total sum they headed out.
Negotiating protection and post-sex protocol they headed to her apartment.
After he had left she took out a chilled bottle of wine, her second for the week, sat on the balcony, took out a cigarette and opened her laptop.
She only recently started privatizing her social media accounts. Especially after finding out Denise and Viktor were engaged. It's not like her accounts were getting much traction anyways. Half the decent posts she took were at the chic little coffee house she was waitressing at. Most of her so-called facebook friends were people she hadn't seen for years. People accented her requests mostly because they felt sorry for her. The only messages she ever received were from good samaritans who felt she had impacted their lives in some small way.
Scrolling through their combined Instagram page all she could think of was, "Fuck Viktor Thorson"
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Send Her To Heaven
General FictionAt the peak of a midlife crisis, Jonah finds a way to fill the gaping void in his existence by focusing all his anger and frustration on attractive young females.
