Dinner with Wine
by Briony Gotch
Peering over my glass of Merlot I spied on my target. Raised voices hidden under music reached my ears as the man ordered another drink. The idiot was nearly intoxicated -just the way I enjoy them. I hesitantly sipped at my wine and let my face contort into repulsion while the bitterness overtook my taste buds. How do people drink this shit?
Impatience started to slide through my blood stream as I waited for the man to finish what I hoped to god was his last drink.
“You’ve always been picky with dinner”
Unfortunately I agreed to my visitor’s observation. The man I was spying was a perfect example; male, tall, roguish, handsome with a heavy dose of alcohol riding in his veins -if only I could put an advert in the local paper. My old faithful stalker made himself comfortable in the chair beside me.
“Go away Richard”
Richard was that annoying bit of hair that just wouldn’t stay behind your ear. Instead it taunts you by hanging right in front of your eye. Frustrated that I can’t have a moments peace without him popping out of the scenery I glared at him.
I should have stopped this ridiculous routine at the beginning but he knew what he was dealing with. After an hour of social torture he rose.
“See you tomorrow.”
Great. With a grin he left me to concentrate on my victim. I glanced back over to my prey’s last location to find he was gone.