True FriendsA Chapter by TKBickel
Samantha’s right arm came around in a blur, grabbing the wrist of the hand that almost slapped her butt. Her thumb and index finger tip pinched either sides of the center of the man’s wrist as she contorted the bold man’s arm behind his back. She guessed this college boy, by the NYU sweatshirt, was fueled with liquor, hard liquor from the smell of him, and male bonding.
Samantha leaned in and spoke into the shocked man’s ear. “That was a poor decision making on your end. If your buddies talked you into this…They’re going to get you in some real trouble one of these days. Now I’m a nice person and don’t want to make you look to bad in front of your…little friends…so I won’t beat the crap out of you…Besides, I like this place and I don’t want to see it busted up…Repeat after me and all will be just fine…I’m sorry I forgot my manners. You seem to be a very nice lady. Please forgive me and let me buy those drinks for you.”
Pinching the man’s wrist harder sent shooting pain through his numbed arm. The whipped looking frat boy repeated every word and sounded sincere.
There were many sets of eyes on her but only three pairs knew what was really going on. Sam was on his feet with the first movement but Mick reined him in and made him sit down. Mick knew she could handle herself and rather enjoyed watching her work it in her unique way. She kept it low key but man did she get her point across.
John was the third. She maybe petite and fragile looking to him but he knew better. She was a force to be reckoned with. Samantha had defused many incidents in the past for him. Hazards of owning a bar but actions like that are not tolerated here. John nodded a thank you at Samantha as she pointed at the glasses then to the miserable looking man. The girls weaved away with their drinks as John leaned over to put his two cents in. “Buddy you don’t know how lucky you are. You would’ve dealt with me after she was done with you.”
The college boy turned ghostly white. “Sorry sir.”
John smiled heartily at the man. “Just remember this is a grown up drinking establishment.” John knew the scared out of his wits college boy would be no trouble and let him be. The humiliated frat boy’s buddies jabbed at him and proceeded to tell him what a wussy he was.
As Samantha and Brenda reached their table, Sam bounced up on his feet again. “Are you ok?”
Handing him his glass, she crooked a brow at him. “Do you really think I can’t handle one drunken frat boy?”
Sam locked eyes with her and intensely whispered. “Sorry, I know you can…I’m just a little over protected with people I deeply care about.”
Her warming blood brought a deep rosy color to her face. Man you are so forgiven. If they weren’t in the mist of a busy bar she would have been all over him. A concealed hidden smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. She closed in and whispered back to him lingering over her. “You know talk like that will get you everywhere with me but it will have to wait until later.”
A huge ear to ear grin possessed his face. Well, I guess I’m off the hook.
Brenda tapped on his shoulder. “Would you please swap seats with Samantha that way we don’t have to lean over you to chat?”
“Sure thing,” he pulled out both chairs for them.
Brenda winked at Samantha. “Thank you Sam. You are so well mannered than those heathens up there. I would have slapped him but Samantha has her unique quiet way about her.
Mick snickered. “There’s nothing quiet about Samantha.”
Brenda homed in on Mick. “Really, can you elaborate on that accusation?”
Mick liked Macy. She was a She Devil with a strong current of a personality that moved on the surface. She was a sugar rush of fun. Fast, intense and left you drained afterwards. Now Brenda intrigued him. Pretty, smart and anyone that could put Samantha in her place scored brownie points with him. She had a strong current of a personality too but it was deep and hidden. Mick guessed this is how Brenda became such a close good friend to Samantha. He didn’t think Samantha had yet realized how close the girl’s friendship had progressed.
Now the devil sitting at the table, named Mick, broke out with the killer Simon grin and into a couple childhood stories that had everyone busting a gut. Samantha even joined in the laughter, though she was the source of the humor. Mick progressed into the teen years and she knew it hovered dangerously close to too much information. “Hey, hey, hey this is getting out of control. Find someone else to make fun of now.”
Brenda leaned over to Samantha for a quick private chat. “Girl, I don’t know how much more I can take watching Sam squirming in his seat watching you and you pretending to ignore him. Put the poor boy out of his misery.”
She snuck a peek under her lashes at him. He would scan the room quickly and chit chat with Macy but his eyes would always return back to her. “I suppose your right. You think you could keep Mick busy for awhile?”
Both girls broke out with devious smiles. “You know it.”
Samantha stood up. “Hey you all, I have an early morning so I’m heading back to the room. Don’t let me ruin the fun. Stay as long as you like…Just don’t talk about me.”
The girls dawdled through the traditional girly good-bye hugs and kisses. Brenda was the last to let go of Samantha with a worried expression. This look had graced her before. She was about to go on a hunting excursion in the city that ended up with…complications. “Brenda what is it?”
“Sorry to be such a worry wart but I have this overwhelming need to tell you to be really careful.”
A reassuring smile flashed. “Always.” Oh God, now I’m sounding like Mick. “Don’t worry. I will call you when we get back. Ok?”
She waited until the smile returned back to Brenda’s face. “Ridiculous sounding huh?”
“Never, you can tell me what’s on your mind anytime.”
While the girls were doing their thing, the brothers were doing their silent communication thing. Mick gave Sam the squinty, you’re-not-going-to-let-her-go-back-by-herself, look. Sam shot back with the raised eyebrow and a headshake hell no. Mick replied back with a big wirily grin while relaxing more in his chair, I-plan-to-stay-awhile, move. Sam twitched his eyes to the girls and back to Mick. A crooked smile slid across his face with, you-have-a-great-time.
Sam stood up. “Well we might let you pick fights with drunken frat boys but I’m not going to let you walk back by yourself, in
Samantha rolled her eyes as Macy and Brenda did a chorus of, “Ohhh,” going up scale. Brenda piped up. “I’m glad to see chivalry isn’t dead.”
Macy rounded on Samantha and closed their girl circle. “Samantha please, tell us if big bro is just as dreamy as little bro is?”
“Well I guess you two will have to find out for yourselves.” Now a chorus of, “Ohhh,” going down scale moaned from the girls.
Macy did her good-byes with Sam and Brenda took a turn. She whispered in his ear as she hugged him. “Promise me you will watch over her.”
A floored Sam pulled away and found she was serious with the request. “That’s not just a promise but a guarantee.” She mouthed a thank you and let go of him.
As Sam and Samantha weaved out of the bar, she hesitated and turned back. A mental snap shot was added to her mental memory album. It freeze-framed the joy of having everyone she loved around one table. At her angle, she watched the girls flank Mick at the table again. Their hands disappeared under the table, reappearing on each of Mick’s knees. He flinched and the girls laughed. These were no country bumpkin girls. He was going to have his hands full. A hearty laugh rolled out as Sam back tracked to see what was the hold up.
“What did I miss?”
“Nothing…Lets go.” She waved at John and he waved back as they headed to the door.
© 2012 TKBickel
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