Page 12 of Unchained
She walked away, and while she filled the pitcher, I had a visitor.
“Duncan,” the man said and took the stool next to me. He offered his hand, but I didn’t oblige.
“Deacon.” I never gave my last name. The least number of people who knew I worked in the Miami DA’s office, the safer I would be. I turned away from the man when Darla returned with my pitcher of beer and an ice-cold mug.
Duncan reached into his back pocket and then unfolded a sheet of paper. “There’s a party this evening at a place on the edge of the town called the Dungeon. You should consider coming.” His voice came across as a little feminine, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t do that kind of thing but to each their own. I didn’t judge people except in the courtroom.
I glanced down at the paper and felt my stomach turn. I glanced at him and then picked the paper up off the counter, staring at Veronica’s name. “Well, fuck me.” I noticed the guy smile. “Can I keep this?”
“Sure, hope to see you there.” Luckily, he said nothing else and left the bar.
I studied the flyer again—a welcoming party for hurricane Sadie, MC’ed by Veronica.
“You going?” Darla asked.
“Should I?”
“Depends on what kind of shit you’re into, I guess.” She wiped the bar around me and then stole a glance at the two girls. I turned to find the girls kissing, and from my angle, I could see them fingering each other beneath the table. “You like watching that?”
I turned to Darla. “It has a certain appeal.” I looked at the girls again, the kiss deeper, mouths open wide. The redhead moved her hips in small circles, the brunette’s fingers up the girl’s shorts and out of sight. My dick reacted as it should.
“You okay?” Darla filled my mug and placed it in front of me.
“Of course.”
The redhead moaned and then threw her head back. She shook for a moment and then let a soft smile cross her lips. The brunette moved closer and then spread her legs, letting the redhead’s fingers snake their way into her shorts.
“This goes on all the time?”
Darla shrugged. “It’s Key West, not the Vatican.” She chuckled and topped off my mug. “You’re the guy staying at Veronica’s.”
“How the fuck did you know that?” I drank half the mug, thinking maybe it would help me understand the shit going on around me. It didn’t.
Darla wiped the bar again. “People down here pay attention to Veronica. As soon as her plane landed and you stepped out, everyone knew you were here. It’s the way things work down this way.”
If everyone down here knew, then Streeter probably did as well. “Do you know if the airport has really closed?”
Darla leaned against the counter behind her. She crossed her arms and stared at me. “You’re stuck here until that hurricane passes through. Nobody's leaving or coming.”
“Perfect,” I said sarcastically. I poured the rest of the pitcher into my mug and sat back. The television to my right, the sound turned down, showed a massive hurricane heading toward the Keys.
“We’ve been through worse.” Darla placed the pitcher in the sink behind her. “Everything is built to withstand a cat five. Stuff will be closed tomorrow, but by Tuesday, everything should be back to normal.”
Back to normal? I had a feeling in my gut that my life would never be back to normal. I moved from the seat, and the whole bar went fucking wobbly.
“Whoa.” Darla rushed around the bar and held me up.
“I need to take a piss.”
“Come on, and I’ll walk you to the restroom.”
I glanced at the two girls, who had gone back to kissing, and then placed my arms around Darla’s shoulders. At five-two, she wasn’t much of a crutch. She moved her arm around my lower back and put her free hand against my stomach. Steadily we walked down a short hallway, where we finally stopped, and Darla opened the bathroom door.
“I’m going to wait out here,” she said and nudged me forward.
I stumbled into the bathroom and leaned against the wall, confused. Four stalls and no urinals. I staggered toward the third stall and closed the door once I was inside, knowing if I didn’t hurry, I would piss myself.
When I had my zipper down, something poked through the stall wall to my right. I blinked the blurriness away and stared down at the dick and one ball. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I banged on the wall. “You better get that shit away from me, asshole.”
