CAIN and PERDITION and ME

I just adore writing stories about my fantasies! In alphabetical order...lol.

On the night we all met,

Perdition, Cain, and me,

We decided to get all wet.

Let's say, it's just our cup o' tea.

I was walking about half a block from my house in the city when I heard sirens screaming and saw bright reflections of blue and red lights flashing on the white concrete brick walls of the seedy neighborhood I happened to have bought a house in.

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I kept on strolling, not even missing a beat when I spotted this tall guy dressed like a rocker, you know, the arm bands, sexy hair cut, tatted from all I could see, my exact fantasy come to life! 

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"Is this even real?" I asked myself out loud.

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He was sweaty and out of breath when he saw me and rushed over,

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"G!" His breaths were deep and labored as if he had been running for miles,

"You gotta help me!"

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He smelled minty and I realized it was probably the smell of mint juleps and even though his face was shadowed by the darkness, I could tell it was Cain. He loved bourbon and anything made with bourbon. 

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"I'm drunk, G! I left my girl at the bar and just was wanderin' around! I don't even know why or what happened! I think the cops are after me!" 

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Cain was staggering but just slightly. I knew he could hold his bourbon and he must've drank a whole lot to even insinuate he might be drunk.

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I hooked my arm into the crook of his arm right at his elbow. He suddenly stood up straight and took me clean off my feet!

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"CAIN! PUT ME DOWN!"

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Cain shook his head a little bit and focused on my face, lowering me slowly to stand on my own feet.

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"I ain't the cops. Imma crook my arm in yours to lead you to my house. My house is just up the block!" I stared at Cain to discern if he heard me. He nodded yes,

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"You're a GOOOD friend, G!" Cain let me hook my arm back in his and I was leading, he was following as I asked,

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"How did this happen, Cain? You're good at holding your liquor! Especially bourbon." Cain squinted as he thought back to a few hours previously,

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"My girl went to the bathroom at the club and I started doing shots."

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That was all I needed to hear. Morrow usually watched over Cain better than that. But is she wasn't around or very close by, Cain could go off the rails in pretty much anything.

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"Well, don't worry. I'll call Morrow's cell when we get to my house. My cell is dead." I told Cain and Cain smiled, nodding his head,

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"Yeah! Morrow! She'll know what to do!" Cain was starting to blubber a little and I knew the bourbon was hitting him hard.

Just then, I heard a whistle. Not a sharp whistle to get my attention but a whistle as in whistling a tune. I looked all around.

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Man! Talk about contrast! The guy I saw strolling slowly toward Cain and myself was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, a white shirt underneath the black jacket and black slacks to match.

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"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" I yelled at the guy and when he saw me put my free hand in my pocket, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Author's Note

a fantasy I'm weaving

Reviews

[Franky]

Bourbon is definitely my drink of choice.

Keep writing this. ✍️