My main main character in Mental Pause, Abbie's, power surges literally drove her to drink! Have you ever felt like just getting the hell out of dodge, grabbing a couple of gal pals and hitting the town? That is, if you haven't been laying in pools of sweat, staring at the ceiling night after night, fighting insomnia and wishing someone would just knock you out. Ok, say on a good week... wine, good music and good friends (of the female persuasion who understand without having to explain) is the best escape.
Here's an excerpt from Mental Pause where Abbie and her friends are heading out for a wild night on the town...
“It’s been so long since I’ve been to a dance bar I’m not
sure I remember how to act,” said Abbie uncertainly, shifting on the seat and
trying to stretch her skirt further down towards her knees. She didn’t remember
it being so short when she bought it. If there was anything remotely resembling
a hem she would have considered letting it down.
“Stop fidgeting! You look incredible.” Joan playfully
slapped Abbie’s hand away from her skirt and clinked her plastic cup against
the one she held tightly in her hand. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it!” Joan had
insisted they take some ‘roadies’ and had made a pitcher of cosmopolitans just
before they walked out the door. A little pre-lubrication to kick start the
party, she said.
“I’m so psyched I can’t stand it,” Rachel slung her arm over
Joan’s neck. “Take good care of us now. We’re a little out of practice.”
Abbie rested her head on the back of the seat and closed her
eyes. She would have to slow down a bit on the drinking or she might not make
it to the first stop. Joan launched into a diatribe of advice.
“Now, the first place we’ll hit is more like a lounge. The
dance bars don’t get going until much later. I know the bartender and she makes
a mean kamikaze.”
“I don’t even know what that is but it sounds dangerous,”
Rachel took another swig of her cosmo.
Abbie opened her eyes and stole a glance at the tattoo on
the back of Joan’s neck. She had only just noticed it when they were getting
ready earlier. She wondered why Joan hadn’t ‘unveiled’ it when she talked Abbie
into getting hers. Abbie thought the angel wings on Joan’s ankle was the only
tattoo she had. Joan was now shifted a bit sideways facing slightly towards
Rachel so Abbie was able to study it without being obvious. It was the first
time she had seen it in full as Joan usually wore her hair down. Tonight it was
in a flattering upsweep fastened with a multicolored, randomly geometric,
tortoise shell clip.
Even as a fairly new tattoo fan, Abbie could appreciate that
this one was a beautiful piece of art. It was a depiction of an angel, with
wispy wings and soft edges in hues of blues and pinks with her eyes raised to
the sky (or towards the top of Joan’s head). As Abbie studied the intricacies
of the tattoo she realized that the sweet, ethereal angel had two sharp horns
poking out of her curly golden hair and on closer inspection, she was gripping
a squirming serpent in her right hand, from which long, red nails sprung.
Abbie gasped. Rachel and Joan had been in a boisterous
conversation, planning the evening’s escapades and stopped and looked at her.
“What’s wrong Abs?” Rachel asked.
“Uh, nothing… just
sneezed.” She figured Joan probably had a dark side but she really didn’t want
to know about it so she tore her eyes away from the disturbing image and downed
her cosmo. She tried to stroke down the hairs that were standing on end on the
back of her neck and ignored the unreasonable feeling of doom that enveloped
her. 'It’s just hormones'.
Abbie should have listened to her intuition... Maybe she wouldn't have wound up on trial for murder ;)
