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    Stained – Chapters 20 and 21

    Story written on November 30, 2006 by Nocturnal.
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    Author Notes:

    Date night part two and Bette’s coming out story. A B&T Beginning.

     

    “Maybe I should just hook you onto an IV…” he mumbled, but the glare he received in response was enough to shut him up again.

     

    The old men sipped on fresh beers, the bartender cleaned another immaculate glass and the girl stared at her hands some more.

     

    The next three nights continued in the same manner. The girl came in, shut off the world around her, got drunk and left again. She looked sadder every day.

     

    The fifth night started out no different than the previous ones had. The girl took her place at the end of the bar and started downing her double vodka’s. When she wasn’t drinking, she was staring into the void.

     

    The young bartender had been stealing glances at the beautiful girl all week, but she always seemed unaware of anyone else in the room, tonight even more so. It got to a point where he thought he might have to poke her to see if she was still alive.

     

    But something changed. The girl was still sitting there still as a statue, but a lone tear made its way down her cheek. When it reached the base of her chin it hesitated for a moment, afraid to plunge into the unknown. Then gravity took reign.

     

    The girl didn’t move and if it weren’t for the thin trail of moist the tear had left behind, the bartender would have thought he had imagined it.

     

    The tear changed something. The silence they had grown used to over the last couple of days was no longer comfortable and they all knew it.

     

    They continued their tradition of silence a little longer, until it had become a fifth person in the room. The might not have liked each other, but they disliked the fifth person more, which meant they suddenly had something in common.

     

    The old man that had ordered the vodka proved himself the bravest. He cleared his throat and simply asked, “Bad week?”

     

    He half expected the girl to bite his head off, but he had underestimated the power of their bond against Mr. Silence. They had to form a unity, for divided they did not stand a chance.

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    1. Awwwww so sad, but still beautiful. I actually had the image of Bette as a hooker in my head. O.O And man do I fail. I was wondering, “What kind of name is Simcha?” And now I know, and knowing is half the battle. G.I. JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!

    3. Okay, I don’t know what was better…your author’s notes at the beginning or this fabulous story. You definitely have a way with words and I enjoyed both very much. Thank you for sharing your thought provoking story, as well as your rather interesting caffeine induced rant.

    6. Baby, start hitting that cokebottle, because if this is what comes out of your keyboard then… My god! So… incredibly… I cant even find words for it… wonderfull is an understatement!

    7. That was so beautiful. Not friends just someone to hang around with That was sad. That is call friendship. Yet they called each other misfits. I like the word and the meaning in this chapter. We all have misfits in our life thanksGod thanks

    8. Wow, it is nice to meet others who helped Bette through tought times. I would love to have non-friends (but really friends) like those men. Now Tina is meeting these very special men in Bette’s life.

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