Confessions of a Subconscious
Slamming the swinging door of McLaughlin’s Pub open, Ellie flashed her ID at the bouncer but didn’t stop walking. Pushing past the drunken football fans with their pitchers of beer, she jumped over the wooden, knee height barrier that separated the bar from the pool table area with ease, not once tripping over her black heels. Snatching a pool cue out Vince's hands, she held the cue with two hands and shoved the chalk tipped end into Christian's chest as he tried to greet her.
“Hey Ellie, how was your—”
“You stupid son of a bitch!” Ellie yelled.
“Ellie!” Christian screeched. “What are you doing? This is a new shirt!”
She jabbed him harder with the cue, making him walk backwards until he ran into the wall. The blue dot marked on his shirt was turning into a blue smudge as she swiveled the tip back and forth, purposely making the dot bigger. “New shirt? What about my new camera—the new camera that costs a hell of a lot more than your new shirt! What about that?”
Christian held his hands up in the air in defeat. Ellie could tell she caught him off guard, but she didn’t care. “What are you talking about?”
“That crazy bitch of a girlfriend you have came into my studio—my studio—and knocked my camera off of its stand as I was doing a photo shoot which, by the way, included all twenty grandchildren of the Mayor, who hand picked me to do this, making it oh, I don’t know, kind of a big deal!” Ellie was shouting so loud that the entire bar was staring at her.
Christian didn’t look confused anymore. “Ellie, I’m sorry that happened, but I didn’t know Amelia was going to do that and—”
“You keep that lunatic at least fifty feet away from me, or else there will be an altercation. Do you understand me?”
Christian laughed, trying to lighten up the situation with little success. “Fifty feet? Isn’t that a little bit—”
Ellie pushed the cue harder. “Fifty feet, Christian! Fifty feet!”
“Ok! Ok! Fifty feet!” Christian yelped. Once Ellie dropped the pool cue on the ground with a thud, he looked down and tried to brush away the chalk residue. His attempt, however, only made it worse. “Ellie…”
She held up a hand. “Save it, Christian. I don’t care. Just keep her away from me. Vince?”
Vince turned his head towards her. “Yes?”
“I’m getting a beer. Do you want another beer?”
“Um, uh, yeah…sure,” Vince stammered.
Ellie gave Christian one last glare before walking away. She stared at him like she was looking straight through him, and she was. And with that one stare, the look on Christian’s face changed, and Ellie knew that Christian knew exactly what she was pissed about. Knowing Christian as she did, the two of them best friends since they were little, Ellie knew that he didn’t expect his girlfriend to tell her why she was so pissed as Amelia trashed her studio. But Amelia told her everything about the night before, as well as a threat to stay away from her boyfriend.
And while she appeared to be furious at Amelia because of her camera being smashed into several, irreparable pieces, Ellie was more enraged with Christian, appalled that he could confuse the two of them at the most inopportune moment. She almost couldn’t blame Amelia. Had Christian said to her what he said to Amelia, she would’ve wanted to smash something too.
“Hey Ellie, how was your—”
“You stupid son of a bitch!” Ellie yelled.
“Ellie!” Christian screeched. “What are you doing? This is a new shirt!”
She jabbed him harder with the cue, making him walk backwards until he ran into the wall. The blue dot marked on his shirt was turning into a blue smudge as she swiveled the tip back and forth, purposely making the dot bigger. “New shirt? What about my new camera—the new camera that costs a hell of a lot more than your new shirt! What about that?”
Christian held his hands up in the air in defeat. Ellie could tell she caught him off guard, but she didn’t care. “What are you talking about?”
“That crazy bitch of a girlfriend you have came into my studio—my studio—and knocked my camera off of its stand as I was doing a photo shoot which, by the way, included all twenty grandchildren of the Mayor, who hand picked me to do this, making it oh, I don’t know, kind of a big deal!” Ellie was shouting so loud that the entire bar was staring at her.
Christian didn’t look confused anymore. “Ellie, I’m sorry that happened, but I didn’t know Amelia was going to do that and—”
“You keep that lunatic at least fifty feet away from me, or else there will be an altercation. Do you understand me?”
Christian laughed, trying to lighten up the situation with little success. “Fifty feet? Isn’t that a little bit—”
Ellie pushed the cue harder. “Fifty feet, Christian! Fifty feet!”
“Ok! Ok! Fifty feet!” Christian yelped. Once Ellie dropped the pool cue on the ground with a thud, he looked down and tried to brush away the chalk residue. His attempt, however, only made it worse. “Ellie…”
She held up a hand. “Save it, Christian. I don’t care. Just keep her away from me. Vince?”
Vince turned his head towards her. “Yes?”
“I’m getting a beer. Do you want another beer?”
“Um, uh, yeah…sure,” Vince stammered.
Ellie gave Christian one last glare before walking away. She stared at him like she was looking straight through him, and she was. And with that one stare, the look on Christian’s face changed, and Ellie knew that Christian knew exactly what she was pissed about. Knowing Christian as she did, the two of them best friends since they were little, Ellie knew that he didn’t expect his girlfriend to tell her why she was so pissed as Amelia trashed her studio. But Amelia told her everything about the night before, as well as a threat to stay away from her boyfriend.
And while she appeared to be furious at Amelia because of her camera being smashed into several, irreparable pieces, Ellie was more enraged with Christian, appalled that he could confuse the two of them at the most inopportune moment. She almost couldn’t blame Amelia. Had Christian said to her what he said to Amelia, she would’ve wanted to smash something too.
posted by Anna at 10:52 PM
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I liked it. Short and sweet
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