October 20, 2003
Ass. 2 Revised
250 word Microfiction
"Down and Distance"
Note: Had to go over 250 by a couple words.
I walk into the bar, and I look for him, but I don't see him right off.
Our defensive end is doing body shots with a skanky looking waitress in a bra top and a tight little miniskirt, and then I look past them to Derek.
He's sitting at the bar, an arm resting on the black lacquer counter top, engaged in conversation with one of our teammates.
I decide to make my move.
I step up next to Derek and our backup wide-receiver, nicknamed Butterfingers on account of his propensity for dropping the ball. "Hey, Derek." I laugh nervously, and smile, tipping an invisible cap to the two of them. "Hey Butterfingers."
"What's up? the Texan drawls, his words leaning forward on one another, lazily.
I cuff Butterfingers on the shoulder. "I need to talk to D-Train for a sec."
"Ok, no prob. See ya later." Butterfingers ambles off, and I take a seat at the bar.
"Yeah, Tad, Derek asks, sipping his Bloody Mary.
I tap my foot in a nervous rhythm. "Just thinkin'..."
Derek flashes his pearly whites at me, his oily black eyes crinkling in the corners. "You know it's a bad thing when guys like us think, T-Mac."
I roll my eyes. "Forget that, D. Anyway, I got something to ask you... I was thinking... I was wondering if youyou'd like to"
Derek nods at me, looking at me sideways out of the corners of his eyes. "Ok."
"You don't even know what I'm going to say," I laugh, shaking my head, sipping my drink slowly. I savor the slow burn down my throat. Feels nice.
Derek smirks and shrugs. "I do, and my answer's yes."