Disclaimer: If I owned them I would have significantly higher amounts of money in my bank account. I don't own them. ABC and Andrew Marlowe do.
Notes: It hit me as a I was drinking my soda.
She twirled the brown glass bottle between her fingers, stopping it only to pick at the label. She had pulled the corner loose long ago, and she was now ripping the label off in little pieces. The growing pile of paper on the napkin in front of her indicated she had been at this for a while.
"You ready for another?"
She shook her head and waved the bartender off. She took a long swig off the bottle and then buried her face in her hands. She heaved a sigh and looked back at the rows of bottles behind the bar. Green ones. White ones. Blue ones. Brown ones. Tall ones. Skinny ones. Short ones. Fat ones. Any alcohol you could dream up was back there.
"Here," the bartender sat another bottle in front of her.
"I didn't..."
"Guy down there bought it for you." He pointed to the other end of the bar.
She glanced down and sighed again, just who she didn't want to see. He moved down by her and slid onto the stool next to her.
"Thanks," she whispered taking another long swig.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No." She went back to playing with the bottle.
"You don't have to." He lifted his tumbler and downed the rest of his drink.
"I hate him."
"I cam imagine." He set the drink down slowly and looked at her.
She slammed her bottle down onto the hard wood surface. "I mean, I really hate him."
He pulled the glass from her grip before she broke it. "I know you do."
"Would you kill him for me?" She started tearing at the napkin her mountain of label was on.
"No, I can kill a guy in a book for you, but I can't kill him," he rubbed his hand up and down her back.
"Can I kill him?" She looked over at him.
"If I didn't have an in with the cops, I'd say go for it," he tried a joke to lighten her mood.
"He cheated on me, he should pay."
"There are other ways of making him pay. Humiliate him? Be the bigger person? Let me kill him in a book for you?"
"Why did he do it?" She grabbed the other bottle and started in on it.
"Who knows. I mean obviously he's stupid and mentally unstable. Who in their right mind would cheat on you?"
She smirked and took another drink.
"Come on, Lex. Finish your root beer and we can go home. Overdose on ice cream, and watch movies until you don't hurt anymore."
"Thanks, Dad." She downed the rest of her root beer and placed it by the other bottles. "Can we have brownies too?"
"Whatever you want." He wrapped his arm her shoulders and hugged her close. "Then we can discuss how you want him to die in the book."
"Wood chipper, and make it bloody."
"You got it." He kissed the top of her head and they exited The Old Haunt.
