A fine, sumptuous country cottage in the English taste overgrown with fragrant flowers, with flower beds going round the house the porch, wreathed in climbers, was surrounded with beds of roses. He kept dwelling on images of flowers, he fancied a charming flower garden, a bright, warm, almost hot day, a holiday-Trinity day. Perhaps the cold, or the dampness, or the dark, or the wind that howled under the window and tossed the trees roused a sort of persistent craving for the fantastic. But one image rose after another, incoherent scraps of thought without beginning or end passed through his mind.
He was not thinking of anything and did not want to think. There was a cold damp draught from the window, however without getting up he drew the blanket over him and wrapped himself in it. “It’s better not to sleep at all,” he decided. He ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair and blew out a huff of air from his mouth.He got up and sat on the edge of the bedstead with his back to the window. But tonight, there was a hint of sadness and discontent in Nathan that seem to reflect in his eyes. Nathan’s blue eyes were usually bright, either with moneymaking ideas or trouble. Instead, he took his time and drank some beer, as if the golden liquid will help him talk, before he looked at Adam. His best friend didn’t answer right away. But Adam was surprised to find him quiet after Elisa left. He turned to look at his friend, hoping for a smart-a$$ reply like he usually does. “Why do even watch this sh*t? It’s depressing,” Adam grumbled as he shot a peanut in the air with his finger. Groans and a wide array of swearing filled the bar each time the opposing team scores. Each man with his own beer, while they watch their home team being pummeled in a game of basketball. They were sitting at their usual Friday spot by the bar. Adam thought nothing of the conversation and continued to enjoy his drink. The two men stared at Elisa’s delicious behind as she walked away. I almost drugged him before the wedding night though and it still didn’t work.” “The guy said he fell in love,” Nathan said. “The three of us used to have so much fun.” “You should have stopped him from getting married,” she told the suddenly quiet Nathan accusingly. “Actually, I was hoping two real men would,” she said the words for only his and Nathan’s ears, "deliver it".Īdam took a swig of his beer before he shook his head and lifted his hand to wiggle his finger, showing Elisa his two-month old wedding band.Ī petulant frown showed on Elisa’s face as she pulled back and looked at Nathan. Then the woman also turned to look at him and drew near, placing her palm on his chest. “Maybe it’s something I can deliver.”Īdam watched as Elisa bit her lower lip enticingly and Nathan’s own eyes lightened with mischief. “Really,” Nathan said as he eyed her more intently. “They offered something I knew they wouldn’t be able to deliver.” “What did you do this time, Elisa? Only time boys fight around here is when you played with them,” Nathan said after pulling back from the playful kiss.Įlisa laughed and pulled away from Nathan and gave him a light smack on the chest. Nathan pulled the young woman to him, making her squeal, and gave her a loud kiss on the lips. Her short leather skirt went well above her mid thigh, while the t-shirt she wore barely covered her navel.
Just then, Elisa, their blonde waitress, passed in front of them carrying a couple of empty bottles. “It’s a good thing we’ve moved past bar fights.” Always looking for trouble,” Adam heard his best friend mutter before downing beer.Īdam gave a quiet laugh in agreement and looked at Nathan. Joe walked to the other end of the counter, still shaking his head. “Damn woman been causin’ a lot a commotion, especially on Fridays.”
“Elisa been a teasin’ the damn infants ‘gain,” he grunted as pulled out some glasses under the counter and started filling them up. “Busy night, Joe?” he asked when the usually cool-headed man passed by them to get behind the bar counter. What started out as a heated argument a while ago seemed to have turned into a fistfight between two young men while the rest of their group cheered them on. Adam chewed on a peanut and watched the stocky, red-haired owner of McCarty’s roughly warned a group of rowdy college boys out of his bar.
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