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They're Good People
“Come on, babe, we haven’t gone out in weeks. I promise you’ll like them. They’re good people, and you have a lot in common with Brittany.”
“I know, I know. It’s been awhile.” Cathy sighed. Her husband was right, of course. They hadn’t been out since the Halloween party, but she just hadn’t felt up to meeting new people.
“Maybe we can go to that new Bunker Pub place. Some guys at work were talking about it and it sounds fun. I know Joe and Brittany haven’t been there yet either.” Heath smiled at Cathy, knowing he would get his way.
Heathcliff leaned to his wife’s ear, “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”
He had, about a million times it seemed, but it still caused Cathy to blush, him saying it in front of the new people. Cathy glanced across the table toward Brittany and rolled her eyes, causing Brittany to laugh.
This was turning out to be a nice evening. Joe and Brittany were good people, friendly without being too loud. Although they were obviously much younger than Heathcliff and Cathy, they did all have a lot in common with each other. Brittany worked in her house, painting gothic scenes for the covers of romance novels, and Cathy even had some of the books on her shelves. She could hardly wait to get home and see the covers her new acquaintance had painted.
Joe and Brittany said they didn’t have kids, nor did they have any plans to have them in the future. Cathy found that right in tune with her philosophy about children and the overall crowding of the planet in general. Not everyone needed to be parents.
The bar was great too. It had been a WWII bunker about to fall apart in disrepair when the preservation society had got ahold of it. They must have spent a fortune getting the place up to code. Three stories underground, and consisting of more than a dozen different rooms, all dark and morose, it had the perfect ambiance for spending an interesting night out.
The Sleeping Room had old cots mounted on the ceiling, which helped to cut back on the noise from the rhythmic whumping of the bass heavy music in the War Room. Cozy table and chair sets, complete with candlelight and snacks for noshing, were quite comfortable, and the wait-staff was quick to bring more drinks from a communal bar located in the centre of the complex.
“Can you believe we’ve been ‘ere tree hourss?” Brittany slurred a little from drinking one too many rum and cokes.
“I know. We should probably head out. It’s a pretty good drive back.
“You guys came in on the train, right?” Heath knew the answer, but asked anyway. “I drove. Let us take you back home.”
Joe nodded as he braced himself against the table to stand up, swaying just a bit.
“You guys get the car and pull it up out front. Me and Brittany are making one more trip to the ladies’ room before we go, ok?” Cathy grabbed Brittany’s elbow to steady her as they wove their way past the bar and down the hallway toward the toilets.
There was only one stall in the bathroom, but luck was with them and it was empty. Cathy steered Brittany in. They had been going to the ladies’ room together all night, so it didn’t strike Brittany as odd at all when Cathy locked the door. In her inebriated state, she didn’t even start to scream right away when Cathy pinned her, constrictor-like, and pulled Brittany’s neck to her mouth. By the time she did scream, she was half drained and the weak sounds she made were easily drowned out by the pulsing music in the next room.
Cathy’s cheeks were flushed a gorgeous pink, and her eyes sparkled with desire for her husband as she opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat.
“You were right, I did like Brittany. She was delicious!” Cathy leaned across to Heath and gave him a deep kiss. She could even taste a bit of Joe left on his lips.
“I told you they were good people.”
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