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-Adeline to a coworker
ADELINE
“Oh, fuck.” I breathed as I entered The Tug and Chug, one of the only bars in Benton, and stopped abruptly.
Viddy, who’d been following closely behind me, came to a stop abruptly as well. By way of her face hitting my shoulder.
“Owww,” Viddy whined. “That hurt. Why’d you stop?”
Viddy’s cane that she normally used started flailing wildly between my legs, making me yelp and jump to escape it.
Oh, and drawing the attention of my neighbor who currently had his arms wrapped around a blonde woman from behind.
A very beautiful woman.
I grabbed Viddy’s cane that was thrashing between my legs like a snake with its head cut off, and firmly yanked it from my sister’s hands.
“Stop,” I hissed. “It’s my neighbor, and he has his hands around a woman.”
I hadn’t realized he was seeing anyone.
Every time I’d seen the man in the last week since he’d help rescue my sister, he’d never had anyone but the other men in his club with him.
I’d also seen his bike.
I was no newbie to the biker way of life.
My father had been in a motorcycle club until the day he’d died, when I was twenty-three.
Of a motorcycle wreck, at that.
After Viddy and I had left the house, my father had finally felt comfortable enough to bring his bike back home.
He’d kept it at the club when we were still living at home, and had driven his truck home from there.
Inconvenient, yes, but whatever helped him sleep at night and all.
He’d died doing what he loved, and that was all that mattered to me.
Sure, it sucked horribly to not have him there to harp on my lifestyle choices, but I knew he’d died happy, and was finally with my mother, blissful in their afterlife.
Therefore, that was how I knew that a man that had women riding on his bike often didn’t have p-pads on their bikes because it was incredibly uncomfortable for the women. Instead, they invested in a seat, allowing the woman to have a more comfortable ride.
“What’s the big deal? Y’all aren’t going steady.” Viddy whimper-yelled back and started feeling me up so she could get her cane.
I thrust it back into her hand before she could check my boobs, and started to walk forward to the hostess stand.
“How many?” The young girl asked, eyeing Viddy as if she had leprosy.
“Blindness isn’t contagious,” I growled.
Ihatedit when they stared at my sister as if she was infectious. Hated it with a passion.
“Uh,” the young woman stuttered. “Will it be two?”
At my nod, she asked, “Smoking or non?”
I rolled my eyes. “Non,” I said impatiently.
