Morgan Wallen- Whiskey Glasses
“Claire…are you going to be okay? I can stay for a little while if you don’t want to be by yourself.”
“Yes ma’am, I’ll be okay. I can prove to you that I bought the furniture in question.” She turned her watery eyes towards the kind woman sitting on the couch next to her.
“I believe you honey.” She had no reason not to believe her. The reaction she had was proof enough.
“I can’t have kids…but that doesn’t mean I won’t be a mother. He hated that set and only agreed to buy it because I would make it fancy. Miss Betty…it was Victorian Era, beautiful…and he took it. He took everything.”
Betty sat there and held the woman’s hand. She had to dab her watery eyes a few times when Claire finally opened up on the way back to the home she rented. Betty was speechless as she listened to the story. She was angry for the woman sitting next to her.
“He didn’t take everything…you have yourself. And you are going to be okay.”
“Do you think so? Because I don’t feel like I’m going to be okay.”
“I sure do. I think you are going to be just fine and I believe in you.”
“Thank you. I’m trying but I just don’t feel like I’m getting anywhere.”
“You already are…you have a new store with some beautiful things in it. I can’t wait to bring my cranky lady friends so I can brag.”
Claire smiled and let out a watery laugh. “I appreciate you Miss Betty.”
“I’m going to give you your space, young lady. You holler if you need anything.”
Claire walked the older woman to the door and waved as she left. She grabbed her bag and bottle of whiskey and a six pack of beer and put them in her SUV along with several boxes for her office. She ran inside and changed into a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. There was no way she was going to be able to sleep. She would be able to get some things done at the shop, in peace. She drove down the quiet streets and enjoyed the cool air that was finally chasing the heat of the day away.
She opened up the front door and the bay door, letting the cool air in. She sighed as she started to figure out where to put things. She had lost all her excitement about the store and desperately needed to find it. Music was needed and she found her Bluetooth speaker and got it hooked up. The internet and electricity were provided, part of the lease details and she was thrilled. The sounds of an upbeat song floated around the brick and she started to get in her groove.
The beer was going down smooth along with the whiskey as she moved what she could around the expansive area. Her desk was set up in the back corner and she found her silk room divider that helped give some privacy to the area. She gently wiped it down as she set it up. The deep maroon silk was almost black and she loved it. She took her bra off and draped it over the high, decorative spindle. She decided to take her drink outside and look at the window of the store front.
She was sipping on her whiskey in the middle of the deserted street when the roar of a large group of motorcycles came screaming towards her. The lights momentarily blinded her and she couldn’t move. She could feel the vibration in her chest as they swerved around her. She held her breath and put her hands in the air, trying to make herself as small as possible. Her hand was shaking and the cup was sloshing as they rode around her.
She cringed as several bikes came skidding to a stop around her. Further down several had pulled over. Hunter was vibrating when he parked the bike in the middle of the street. Gabe and Max were running from just up the street.
“Jesus christ! What the fuck are you doing in the middle of the street?” Hunter was yelling at Claire as he looked her over. “Are you okay? Did anyone hit you?” He watched her blink a couple of times as he grabbed her shoulders. She was shaking and her full cup of whiskey slipped out of her hand hitting the ground and bouncing up at her chest and face. She was wiping the sticky alcohol off her face and shaking her hands out. Her mouth was opening and closing and she burst into tears.
Max and Gabe were standing off to the side, unsure what to do when Hunter grabbed the crying woman.
“It’s okay…you’re okay. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry...I didn’t mean to yell. You scared the shit out of me and I’m pretty sure everyone else.” He wrapped his arms around the whiskey scented, crying woman. He waited till she quieted down and let her go as she stepped back.
“That scared the soul out of me. I’m sorry.” She wiped her face and could feel the shirt sticking to her chest. Her hands were still shaky along with her knees as she tried to move.
“Let’s get you into the light.” He looked her over and noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. The brown liquid had stained her shirt and plastered it to her front. His eyes lingered at her ample chest and floated down to the bare legs he could see through various holes and rips.
“Oh my god your face!” She reached up and touched his split lip. She glanced around and saw that Max and Gabe both had various scrapes and lumps. Gabe was sporting a swelling eyebrow.
“No big deal. Why were you standing in the middle of the street at almost two in the morning?”
“Working. Lookin at where I wanted the lettering for the window. Are you okay? I have a restroom if you guys want to go clean up.”
“We’re fine.” He watched her as she looked down at her shirt and realized it was see through in multiple places.
“I’ll be sure not to stand in the middle of the street anymore. I’m sorry for scaring you guys.”
“You good little lady?” Gabe let his eyes rake over her body, ignoring Hunter’s glare.
“You okay Claire?” Max smiled at her, his lip started to bleed.
“I’m okay…thank you. Are you guys sure you’re okay? Can I get you anything?” She looked at a couple of the other guys milling around in the street.
“We’re good. You need to go home. It’s late.” Hunter snapped at her.
“Yeah…can’t drive like this. I need to wait till it dries so I don’t get a drunk driving charge.”
“I’ll follow you home.” Hunter blurted out before he could stop himself.
“You should go home…and take care of that.” She waved at his face.
He turned to Gabe and Max. “Tell the guys she’s fine and go home or back to the club. I’ll be back soon, I’m going to follow her home.”
“Okay…want a prospect with you?” Max asked, breaking the quiet.
“No. It’s fine.”
Claire was opening and closing her mouth, trying to get her voice heard.
“Lock up.” Hunter commanded and she shuffled into the store.
Gabe watched her and thought to volunteer himself to follow her home. She had shut and locked the bay door and methodically turned the lights off and music. Grabbing the beer and whiskey, she put it in a bag and thrust it at Gabe.
“You guys look like you need this more than I do. I’m sorry about today. I had something that was stolen from the truck. I wasn’t…prepared.”