FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #31-Have a Drink.

Friday… and you know what that means! Ron’s Fiction prompt!

Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes

  • Word Count is off! Let’s focus on the theme of the thing. Not many actually stick to the word count anyway. (SUGGESTED-No more than 500 if you want to try that.)
  • Using the prompt of ‘Have a Drink’, WRITE. What kind of drink? Is it a beer or lemonade? What do you do with the drink? A lot of possibilities.(REQUIRED)

So… The story so far with Lara, and her love life, find it here.

Just Friends – Part 22
Lara screwed the top back onto the bottle of Chardonnay. She picked up the two glasses of warm wine and headed back to the sofa.
“Here Mya, have a drink.” She offered one glass to her nemesis.
Mya’s small, shaking hand took the glass and brought it to her lips. Taking a swig, she looked over the rim of her glass and stared at Lara.
“Well? Did you?” Mya’s eyes were full of suspicion and fear.
“Did I what?” Lara had just about managed to stem the flow of tears and got her to the sofa, instead of holding up the wall by the front door. Now she was going to have to enter into rather an uncomfortable conversation.
Heck, if it had been a month ago, then there would have been some truth in it all. But it was never that Neil had any feelings for her.  Those had all been locked in Lara’s heart, and she had never said anything. But now, finally, when she was getting on with life, about to embark on a proper relationship, Neil decided to get cold feet!
“Did you and Neil, well, you know… ?”
“Hang on a second… What exactly did Neil say to you?” Lara was more than a little perplexed. She knew that Neil had hinted at the fact that they could have been good together, but she had not reacted in any way. She has been too shocked, to be honest!
“Well, the other night, he came home reeking of alcohol. Drunk as a skunk, actually. It was Sunday. That is usually our chill evening at home, you know, a takeaway, bottle of plonk, and snuggles on the sofa, that sort of thing…” Alarm bells started ringing in Lara’s ears… Neil wasn’t a good drunk, at any time. He got some sort of verbal diahorrea usually, and where he was not one to open up with his feelings or thoughts, these all came flooding out with a couple of drinks to loosen the jaw!
“And,” Mya continued, “he went straight to bed. I tried to get him changed, and into bed, but he wouldn’t let me.  He grabbed me, pulling me close, and then called me ‘Lara’…”
Lara’s jaw dropped. What did she just say? Neil was drunk talking about her?
“He had been to see you, hadn’t he, that day? You were, “ and she spat the next word out, “together!”
Dear God! She didn’t want to lie, but the venom in her eyes was deadly. Did she admit that, yes Neil had been to see her, and risk more misunderstandings, or did she deny it all, and send the crazy woman packing? Looking at her watch, she realised she had an hour to go before her dream date…
Before she knew it, she felt a splash across her face. That, that she-devil had just thrown her drink at Lara! “ I knew it! You can’t even answer!”
She went to launch herself at Lara, claws out ready. Luckily, Lara had quite quick reflexes and managed to grab her wrists before her eyeballs were decorating Mya’s talons.
Just then a key turned in the front door lock, and Mel walked in. Walked in to a surreal tableau, of her flatmate in her dressing gown, but dripping wine on the floor, being a human set of handcuffs to a crazed pocket rocket of a woman, who had murder in her eyes!
“Lara! Mya! What the…..?!”


17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Akanksha Varma
    Jul 03, 2016 @ 21:48:40

    “verbal diarrhea” 😀

    Liked by 1 person


  2. neelwritesblog
    Jul 01, 2016 @ 15:37:43

    You have really built up the suspense pretty well, sis.

    Liked by 1 person


  3. Hugh's Views and News
    Jun 26, 2016 @ 11:44:54

    Check that last paragraph. You seem to have Mya walking in on herself and Lara. Other than that, then this is really building up into a super novel, Ritu. Just imagine if it had been Neil knocking on the door.

    Liked by 1 person


  4. willowdot21
    Jun 25, 2016 @ 14:36:44


    Liked by 1 person


  5. Deb
    Jun 25, 2016 @ 13:31:22

    I can hear that music…dah dah dah daaaahhhh ….uh-oh!! 😊

    Liked by 1 person


  6. Erika Kind
    Jun 25, 2016 @ 11:26:56

    Nooooooo…….. you cannot just stop here, sis! Gosh, is it Friday already????

    Liked by 1 person


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