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    Broken Girls with Strange Frames (Ch. 26)

    Chapter 26: Mind, Drift, Properly

     

    “You want another?”

     

    If I squinted really hard, the girl wasn’t so blurry, and I was on a roll anyway, so I nodded.

     

    “Okay,” she said, and went to order me another beer. She disappeared into the crowded, unfiltered mob that Milk was comprised of on a Saturday night. I slumped against the back of my chair and started arranging the pile of straws on the table into a design. Two straws formed an upside-down ‘V’ shape and a third straw through the middle turned it into an ‘A’. A for Alice.

     

    “Here you go.” The girl returned and I smiled gratefully at her and even more gratefully at the beer she put in my hand. As she took the seat right next to me, I tried to remember her name because names seemed like a good thing to know about a person. A for Alice, B for Bette, C for…

     

    “You were telling me about the article you wrote for L.A. Magazine,” the girl said. She scooted her chair closer to me and draped her arm across the back of my chair.

     

    C for Cara, maybe.

     

    “Was I?” I took an overly long gulp of my beer and C for Cara laughed as though she found my drunken denseness charming. “Which one, do you think?” I asked her, genuinely curious.

     

    She laughed again. I worked at using the straws to make a ‘B’.

     

    “What do you do again?” I asked with a note of apology in my tone. “I forgot; sorry.”

     

    “It’s okay.” She played with my hair as I crafted the ‘B’, all sharp edges and exaggerated angles. “I’m an actress.”

     

    I scowled briefly. That couldn’t be right. C for Cara couldn’t be an actress because I hated actresses. “Oh, that’s right,” I said quietly.

     

    She laughed.

     

    “I’m a little drunk,” I explained. I took another sip and then gestured to her with the bottle. “Don’t you drink?”

     

    “A little.”

     

    All I needed were four straws to make an ‘E’. I lined it up next to the ‘B’, my brow creased in concentration.

     

    “You know,” she said, watching me, “I’m glad I came to Milk tonight. I usually don’t come here.”

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    Comments

    1. Yay, you’re back!! I’m looking forward to the rest of the chapters, but I feel bad that this story’s ending. You’re just so cool, Rachel_raj! lol

    2. Wow. These rapid-fire posts are giving me a whiplash. (Oops! Didn’t mean that as a complaint. Was trying to be funny with that ridiculous graphic of me wearing a neckbrace. Duh-oh!)

      I love your Alice. So funny, quirky. And I love your fic like crazy. Please post soon. Cheers!

    3. Rachel. you have a wonderful gift! This story is terrific!!! The dialogue is witty and realistic and flows so effortlessly–I love it! Thank you…and I hope you post again soon…AND, that you find a way of extending this story so that it doesn’t have to end!

    4. Funny and true – Bette is just so terrified and smitten. As of course, sadly, is Alice.

      Oh well now I just have to keep checking the site every five minutes for the next post …

    5. This is the kind of stuff that I would have liked to have seen in the series. OK, so it would have made season one something like a gazillion episodes long…but who cares! This is just wonderful. Thanks for posting.

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