Continued from April 8, 2018
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Jeff spent the next few hours with Cindy and her boyfriend. He gave it his best effort to listen to the things the guy talked about, but every conversation involved either sports, cars, or beautiful women that weren’t Cindy. He could only listen to it for a short time before the urge to hit the guy became nearly overwhelming.
“Sorry to say guys, but I have to get home.” Jeff said. “It’s nearly nine and I need to make sure I get enough sleep.”
“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Cindy pleaded.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at the office, okay?” Jeff said, swinging his coat around to put it on. “I probably should give Greg a ride home as well. He looks pretty drunk.”
Greg, who was sitting near the bar was talking loudly with a kid that looked as though he may have been celebrating his twenty-first birthday today. He was belting out about how kids his age would never understand how to truly play a game since they used the internet to ‘cheat’ all the time.
“Let’s go, Greg. Let’s get you home.” Jeff said, pulling his arm toward the door. “Sorry about my friend, he got a little too drunk.”
“Too drunk!” Greg erupted, “I’ll have you know that I have been drinking for more than twenty years!”
“I know, Greg.” Jeff said as he led him through the door.
“I know my limits! I’m not even close!” Greg said at the bottom of the stoop outside.
“Alright, bud, let’s get you home.” Jeff said.
Jeff bought Greg to his house, and got him inside, surprisingly, with little difficulty before he went home himself. He lived only a few miles outside of Portland, and had barely drank a single beer the whole night. The images of the douche-bag boyfriend with Cindy at the bar filled his mind the entire trip.
He was surprised to find that there was a van out front of his house when he pulled into the driveway. A man was rifling through the back of it as it had apparently gotten a flat.
“Do you need some help?” Jeff called as he got out of his car.
The man poked his head out from behind the door.
“No, thank you.” He smiled, waving the idea off, “Just a flat. I’ll have it changed in a jiffy and be on my way.”
“Okay. If you need anything, I’ll be here.” Jeff said as he turned back to his house and went in.
He showered, changed into pajamas, and went to bed. His nightmares were full of theaters, actors, ‘Steves’ and assassins. He didn’t sleep well, truth be told.