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Mattymo · 12-07-2008, 12:49 PM

May 10, 1911

"Here kid, drink this," said Jacky, slamming a small glass on the table at P.J.'s, "it'll help you relax."

Francis hesitated and looked up at Jacky, who nodded his head. Francis looked down at the glass.

"What is it?"

"Whiskey sour, you'll love it," said Jacky, with a laugh.

Francis complied, tipped it back, and drank some.

Just then, Jonathan Faubert walked in, his arm around a pretty young brunette. They came and sat in the booth right across from Francis.

"Who's the girl," asked Jacky, never one to beat around the bush.

"I'm Mary," smiled the young lady, wearing blue and white sundress.

Francis was all confused. What happened to Helen? They must have broken up. He felt himself getting excited.

"Franky, I don't think I've ever seen you drink before," laughed Jonathan, his long arm still draped around Mary, "Maybe it'll help you relax. You must be hittin below .200, eh?"

Francis just nodded his head. He was batting .179 to be exact, but had a two-hit game the day before. Luckily the team was still playing well, sitting in first place at 8-2. He looked at Jacky, who smirked, walked up to the bar, and brought back another Whiskey Sour.

After a few minutes, Mary got up and excused herself to the ladies room, but not before placing a long kiss on Jonathan's lips.

As she walked away, Jonathan smiled. "Pretty, eh?" he asked Francis, who nodded.

"Thank God Helen is working," said Jonathan, as he sipped his drink, "she's been a piece of work lately."

Francis felt like someone punched him in the gut. Not only were they still together, but he was two-timing her.

"Hey Jacky, can you get me another?" asked Francis, as he finished off drink number two.

12-07-2008, 12:49 PM	#21 (permalink)
Mattymo All Star Starter Join Date: May 2002 Location: Colchester, CT Posts: 1,443 Thanks: 0 Thanked 5x in 4 posts	May 10, 1911 "Here kid, drink this," said Jacky, slamming a small glass on the table at P.J.'s, "it'll help you relax." Francis hesitated and looked up at Jacky, who nodded his head. Francis looked down at the glass. "What is it?" "Whiskey sour, you'll love it," said Jacky, with a laugh. Francis complied, tipped it back, and drank some. Just then, Jonathan Faubert walked in, his arm around a pretty young brunette. They came and sat in the booth right across from Francis. "Who's the girl," asked Jacky, never one to beat around the bush. "I'm Mary," smiled the young lady, wearing blue and white sundress. Francis was all confused. What happened to Helen? They must have broken up. He felt himself getting excited. "Franky, I don't think I've ever seen you drink before," laughed Jonathan, his long arm still draped around Mary, "Maybe it'll help you relax. You must be hittin below .200, eh?" Francis just nodded his head. He was batting .179 to be exact, but had a two-hit game the day before. Luckily the team was still playing well, sitting in first place at 8-2. He looked at Jacky, who smirked, walked up to the bar, and brought back another Whiskey Sour. After a few minutes, Mary got up and excused herself to the ladies room, but not before placing a long kiss on Jonathan's lips. As she walked away, Jonathan smiled. "Pretty, eh?" he asked Francis, who nodded. "Thank God Helen is working," said Jonathan, as he sipped his drink, "she's been a piece of work lately." Francis felt like someone punched him in the gut. Not only were they still together, but he was two-timing her. "Hey Jacky, can you get me another?" asked Francis, as he finished off drink number two. Last edited by Mattymo; 12-07-2008 at 12:51 PM.