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LJ Idol Week 8: "Yes, and"

May 8th, 2014 (07:51 pm)

LJ Idol Week 8
Topic: "Yes, and"
Keywords: dialogue, marital disharmony, hole-digging, fiction
Rating: R-rated for sexual references and a few incidences of Very Bad Language


Yes, and


“James.”

Jimmy halted halfway down the hallway to the kitchen. The voice was coming from the parlor. It always came from the parlor.

“James, would you come in here, please?”

Maybe if I don't move she'll think I’m not here, he thought. He started to sway, caught himself against the wall. His thinking wasn’t the clearest at this particular moment.

“For God’s sake, I can smell your breath from there. Come in here.”

“Just a second," he said, working hard at overenunciating, slurring a bit on the s’s anyway. “I gotta get a sandwich.”

Get in here, James.

He went.

“Look, I'm sorry," he said, once he was seated on the sofa, staring at the 700-page presidential biography lying open in her lap. She was sitting erect and unmoving in her hardwood rocking chair; he tried to find a non-drunk way of sitting on the sofa. “I’m sorry, OK? I’ll go to an AA meeting tomorrow. OK? Two AA meetings. I swear, babe, I got this. I had four months sober. More or less. Just a... just a little slip, you know? Like... just a... a backset?” he said, then ran it back in his head. “Wait. That’s not it. It’s a...” Jennifer was watching him expressionlessly. “A -- a setback!” he proclaimed. “Just a little setback. Nothing to worry about.”

“Yes -- and?” she said.

“And what? What and? There’s no and.” She kept staring at him. “Nothing else.” More staring. “Nothing. Really.” Staring.

“Oh, for God's sake!" he flashed, finally. "Look. OK. Fine. I smoked some pot, OK? Like practically nothing. Like a half a joint. Which I know is the worst crime in the world. So I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?"

He looked up at her. She stared back.

"What do you want me to say here? I smoked some pot. Nothing else. That's all. Swear on a Bible."

She was still staring.

"What are you worried about? That I did some girl while I was out or something? I mean... what?" He tried a laugh. "OK, yeah, I get horny when I smoke pot. And, yeah, there were some girls at the bar. So what? You think I don't have any control over myself when I smoke pot? You think I just have to fall into bed with some girl every time I smoke up? I'm –- I'm offended at that, Jen. I'm offended. You ought to know me better than that."

She raised an eyebrow.

"OK!" he exploded. "Fine! One kiss, OK? One kiss." She kept staring. "A kiss on the lips," he said. “A kiss, some tongue. That's all. You really care that much about a kiss on the lips?"

She kept staring.

"What does it matter which set of lips!" he yelled. "It's still not sex. That doesn't count as sex."

The eyebrow arched another fraction of an inch.

“It doesn’t! Look, our wedding vows said I'd be faithful. I’m faithful, OK? I don’t fuck around on you. I don’t fuck anybody else.”

Same raised eyebrow. Same stare.

“Oh, what? You want to bring up Nancy now? Don't even bring up Nancy." He was on a roll now, words tumbling out and running together. “I know you know about the thing with Nancy. You can stop inviting her to your cocktail parties and shit, I know you know, all right? That was like a year ago, Jen. You want to hold a grudge from a year ago? Fine. You know what would help? What would help this situation? What would help would be if you weren’t such a lousy fuck!” Her face didn't move a muscle. “Fucking you’s like fucking a rock! If you're mad about Nancy, you got no one to blame but yourself. I mean, Christ, you don’t want me messing around with girls in bars, then try moving your hips once in awhile! But no, you’re too good for that, aren't you, Miss High-Tits Dry-Snatch? I mean, maybe I wouldn't fuck around if you weren't such a cold-cunt bitch!

She stared at him for one last moment, then got up and turned her back to him. “Hey, look," he said as she began to walk away. “I”m -- I’m sorry, OK? Hey. I’m sorry. We're not going to throw away everything we have over this, right? Because we got a good thing.”

As she moved into the hallway, she gave him a glance back over her shoulder. “By the way," she said, “I was only looking for 'It’ll never happen again.'"

The divorce papers showed up at his hotel room three days later.

Comments

Posted by: law_nerd (law_nerd)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 12:26 am (UTC)

Excellent (says the family lawyer).

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 02:25 pm (UTC)

Ha! I imagine you see stuff like this with some frequency? Which is sad...

Posted by: nelc (nelc)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 12:35 am (UTC)

Ouch!

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 02:34 pm (UTC)

Yeah, he's not the nicest guy in the world. :) Or the smartest. I guess she was feeling rebellious when she went looking for a rough-edged guy to marry, but she maybe didn't make the best choice...

Posted by: Ponykins (rolypolypony)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 11:25 am (UTC)

Whew!!

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 02:34 pm (UTC)

Whew for her dumping him, or whew, that was an unfortunate conversation? :)

Posted by: Ponykins (rolypolypony)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 03:41 pm (UTC)

Both! :) Loved this! :)

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 03:41 pm (UTC)

Yay! Thank you!

Posted by: Chris Schmidt (crschmidt)
Posted at: May 10th, 2014 04:20 pm (UTC)

Agreed.

Posted by: Teo Says (eternal_ot)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 02:08 pm (UTC)

Ah! YES..what a woman wants...interesting take...liked how it went!

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 02:35 pm (UTC)

Thanks so much! :)

Posted by: A Karmic Sandbox (karmasoup)
Posted at: May 9th, 2014 07:42 pm (UTC)
No Really!

Wow. I wish confessions were always that easy... staring at a drunk guy... that's a tactic that should be taught at the academy! This is great!

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 07:48 pm (UTC)

LOL! Who knows? Maybe it would be super effective even on people who aren't drunk! :) Thank you!

Posted by: whipchick (whipchick)
Posted at: May 10th, 2014 05:17 pm (UTC)

Interesting to see him dig himself into the hole!

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 07:48 pm (UTC)

Thanks!

Posted by: The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus)
Posted at: May 10th, 2014 07:58 pm (UTC)

I would say something about "digging the hole deeper," but here the hole was the huge expanse deeper truths that led to a far bigger disaster than "falling off the wagon" already was.

Yikes.

I do like that, because you told it from James' POV, we were predisposed to like him at the beginning and then were more shocked at how it all unraveled. :O

Posted by: Yelеna (kehlen_crow)
Posted at: May 10th, 2014 09:54 pm (UTC)
books1 - on the bed

This unraveling is absolutely lovely.

Posted by: i_17bingo (i_17bingo)
Posted at: May 11th, 2014 11:45 am (UTC)

Maybe if I don't move she'll think I’m not here, he thought.

Dammit, Jim! You're an alcoholic, not a ninja! I have to remind my cats of this too, but they still think they're pretty slick.

This works, by the way, this interrogation method. If al Qaeda ever wanted my secrets, they wouldn't need torture. They'd just have to put my mom in a chair in front of me, staring and occasionally shaking her head.

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 07:50 pm (UTC)

LOL. That's awesome. :) Judging from the response to this, that is definitely something someone should make interrogators aware of...

Posted by: MamaCheshire (cheshire23)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 03:11 am (UTC)

As she moved into the hallway, she gave him a glance back over her shoulder. “By the way," she said, “I was only looking for 'It’ll never happen again.'"

Oh...I know that feeling.

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 07:54 pm (UTC)

Yeah, when I'm uncomfortable/feeling guilty I always assume other people know everything about whatever I'm guilty about. Heh. Thank you for reading/commenting!

Posted by: Laura, aka "Ro Arwen" (roina_arwen)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 05:53 am (UTC)
Brave - Merida Smirk

Silence is deadly - people will almost always want to fill in the silence!

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 07:52 pm (UTC)

I know I do, especially when I have a guilty conscience...

Posted by: Kelly (kajel)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 01:37 pm (UTC)

Well done. It seems some people can't handle silence.

Posted by: the girl with violets in her lap (slammerkinbabe)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 07:51 pm (UTC)

It's true! :) Thank you!

Posted by: Es'ka (eska818)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 08:26 pm (UTC)

tsk, tsk, shoulda just shut up, yeah? Muchly enjoyed this, despite the content.

Posted by: Bridget Ilene Delaney (kagomeshuko)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 10:05 pm (UTC)

Jimmy sounds like a total jerk.

Posted by: Kristeen Hughes (catwomon)
Posted at: May 12th, 2014 11:10 pm (UTC)

I really like this. It's great!

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