The night had been moving kind of slow, until she walked in.
“Shit, it’s her.” Bobby tries to hide his face but she already sees him.
“I’ve been looking for you.” She looks like a nervous wreck. “We’ve got to do this soon, I think he suspects something.”
“You’re god damn right he suspects something. Want to know who came in here and questioned me about you?”
“The fucking sheriff . . . THAT’S WHO! He said your husband has been following you and he knows what you are up to.”
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah, and he identified me as the person you’ve been talking to. So do me a favor and get the fuck away from me.”
“You’re sure, you’re sure he knows?”
“The fucking sheriff had your picture. He knows you have been coming here. He questioned the bartender too, I have no idea what he told him. The bartender thinks we’re having an affair and he knows your husband too.”
“Oh god, I was worried something like this would happen. We should have done this week’s ago.”
“Done what? We’re not doing anything. There is no we, there is no plan, nothing. I’m out. I want nothing to do with any of this. Or you.”
“I’ll pay you more. We have to do this tonight. Right now.”
“Get away from me.”
“Please, don’t do this.”
“If you don’t get the fuck out of here now, I’m going to call the sheriff myself and tell him everything. Fucking go, get out!”
As the woman walked away Bobby noticed the bartender staring at him with a look of pure hatred. The bartender took off his apron, threw it on the floor and headed in Bobby’s direction.
“Fuck, what now?”
“Nice piece of ass, huh?” The bartender sneered.
“I don’t even-”
“Get the fuck up.”
“I said get the fuck up!”
“Don’t make me say it again.”
“What do you want?”
“I SAID GET THE FUCK UP OUTTA THAT CHAIR!”
“No, not until you tell me-”
The next thing Bobby knew he was on the floor. One fist after another connected to various parts of his body. Helpless, all Bobby could do was curl up in a ball and take the beating.