Well I must admit I am into Frank Sinatra. He's got such talent and this song, has got to be my absolute favorite song by him. Yes this is a sad one-shot but it's a great story to read. I'm not sure if this was good or not but please Read & Review. =]
Its quarter to three,
There's no one in the place cept you and me
So set em up joe
I got a little story I think you oughtta know
Duncan sat in the bar, gulping down the last bit of his wine. It was one of those late, dreadful nights for him. His girlfriend Courtney, the love of his life, had broken up with him. This wasn't the first time this happened. She had broken up with him twice because in her eyes, he flirted with too many women.
Duncan objected to her words. He claimed that he loved her and would always stay by her side. Courtney, who felt touched by his words, smiled and gave him a loving kiss. That kiss turned into something special.
Were drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Although he and Courtney were constantly bickering, they had a long relationship. Duncan remembered that beautiful smile of hers. That smile was always on her facial expression when she was around him, except when they were arguing.
Courtney was different from most girls. She was bitchy yes, but confident, demanding, an over achiever, beautiful, full of surprises, amazing! That girl blew his mind all the time. Oh how he enjoyed doing things with her. Whether it is spending late nights together, taking her out on dates, cuddling up to each other on the couch, Duncan loved spending every moment with her.
I know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
Im feeling so bad
Wont you make the music easy and sad
He felt so stupid going to that stripper club just because she didn't feel like pleasing all his needs in a rush.
He felt like a complete jackass when he let that prostitute sleep with him. And really what was it all for? She was nothing! She was a disgrace to him. The early morning came and he fled from the whore, who had her arms tightly wrapped around him.
He came home to Courtney. There she was curled up on the couch, streams on tears sliding down her cheeks. "I know everything Duncan." She hissed in his face.
Right away all the anger that was bubbling up inside her was released. For the past hour she was either crying her eyes out or fuming at him. Courtney loved Duncan. She never thought in a million years he'd be the type of man to do this; sleeping with another woman . . . a disgusting, slutty prostitute.
Then a thought struck Courtney's mind. Why do I even try anymore? She said that thought out loud. Loud enough for Duncan to hear. Then she went into the bedroom throwing everything at him that belonged to him.
I could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Duncan was kicked out onto the streets. No one else wanted him. He couldn't think of a single TDI cast who wanted to be with him. Ever since the fight, he and Geoff haven't spoken to one another in awhile. Trent made sure that Duncan wasn't within 10ft. of Gwen. His jealousy from TDA made him very protective of her. DJ was still living with his momma, trying to become a famous cook. That was all the friends Duncan had from the total drama series.
So he grabbed his suitcase full of items belonging to him and headed off. The first couple of weeks were rough. Making money was a huge problem. Duncan had trouble finding a job that paid a decent amount of money, a good apartment to stay in, and paying off his bills. Sometimes Duncan would have to steal from some stranger just so he could by himself a pair of shoes.
He missed Courtney. So many times during the night when he was tossing and turning, she'd pop into his head. He missed those onyx eyes, the caramel skin, her petite body, her uptight attitude, her bad girl side, all those things they had together disappeared.
That night he cried, which is something he rarely did. But he cried all night long. No matter what he did, Courtney wouldn't take him back. Twice he promised he wouldn't cheat on her but he did all because she wasn't ready to have sex with him. What kind of bastard was he to treat his girlfriend like that?
Youd never know it
But buddy Im a kind of poet
And Ive got a lot of things I wanna say
And if Im gloomy, please listen to me
Till it's all, all talked away
One night Duncan decided to deal with his problems later. Right now he needed a drink.
He entered a local bar late at night. It was around 11 as he saw many guys sulking. The depressing looks on their faces as they drank in sadness. Duncan guessed they went through pretty bad breakups with their girlfriends like he had with Courtney.
Duncan took a seat on the far end of the bar. He wasn't near any men. It was just him and the bartender. "What would you like sir?" The bartender asked, cleaning out a glass.
"The usual." Duncan grumbled not facing the man.
"Coming right up sir." The bartender replied putting the glass away and getting out a new one. In a matter of seconds the drink was handed to Duncan. Duncan grabbed the drink and took one long gulp. He groaned in frustration. "Bad breakup sir?" The bartender assumed cracking a smile.
Duncan jerked his head to the side to face the man. "Yeah how'd you know?" He asked sarcastically.
The man shrugged. "Your facial expression tells it all. Plus this is known as the break up bar. All those guys over there," He pointed to the men on the other side of the bar chugging down beer or wine. "I see these men a lot. They all tell me about how special their girlfriends are and how they fucked up their relationship." The man turned around to wipe the table. "It's pretty sad to see but hey, I guess some relationships aren't meant to last."
Duncan took another gulp. "Yeah well I had a girl. She was better than any of these bastards' girlfriends over there." Duncan told the man. The bartender stopped wiping the table and looked at him. He motioned Duncan to continue. "Her name was Courtney. Here I think I got a picture of her." Duncan dug his hand into his wallet. He pulled it out and took out a picture. It was of him and Courtney from the island. It was the night before she got voted off. He and Courtney were resting on the sand, bodies next to each other and looking into each other's eyes.
The bartender examined the picture. "She's hot." He whistled lowly.
Duncan growled at the man. "Don't even think about it." He warned glaring at him.
The man put his hands up in surrender. "Hey relax man, I got myself a girl. True is her name. She's a gorgeous, sweet blonde. She's very smart and so confident in herself." The man smiled dreamingly. "God I love her."
Duncan had finished his glass of wine and asked for a refill. The man filled with the glass and placed it next to Duncan. Duncan chugged everything down right away. Duncan groaned once more staring at the ground. "It's tough. Courtney was the one and I wasted our perfect relationship. "
The bartender eyed him suspiciously. "What'd you do man?"
"Slept with a fricken whore." Duncan answered tightening his grip on the glass of empty wine.
The bartender's eyes widened. "Ooh that's tough man. I mean I know those girls may please your needs, but trust me dude, it isn't worth it."
Duncan looked up at the man. His words were true. It isn't worth it. He wished he could take everything bad back. He wished he could run up to Courtney and kiss her all night long.
Well, that's how it goes
And joe I know you're gettin anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
It was almost three. Many of the guys here had left. It was only Duncan and the bartender that were left. Duncan had gulped down the last of his drink. The bartender quickly glanced at the clock. "Sir we'll be closing in 5 minutes." He informed Duncan.
Duncan nodded. "M'kay. Thanks man for hearing me out."
The man smiled. "No problem though I wish you and Courtney was still together."
Duncan frowned. "Oh god I wish. I really wish." As Duncan said that, a couple of tears slid down his face. He quickly wiped them off. He didn't want to seem like a wuss in front of some stranger.
But this torch that I found
Its gotta be drowned
Or it soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Duncan quietly walked out of the bar with his hands in his pockets. He knew he wasn't coming home to anything special at all. Just his shitty apartment. That night he couldn't sleep. Instead he kept thinking to himself. Thinking of how everything should've been. Thinking how his relationship would be if he had never gone to that stripper club late at night. "God damn sluts." He mumbled to himself.