A short freeform story

[Citizen Rules]

Just for fun an ongoing, free form story. Anybody can add to it by writing a paragraph or more. Let's see where it can take us. I'll write the first part, somebody else then continues.


Horizons...an ongoing short story.

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Jake was on his third glass of some expensive important beer whose name he couldn't pronounce. He couldn't pronounce his dates name to her liking either. It was Chanta or Chanla, or something unusual like that. It was a blind date arraigned by a college buddy. His friend had swore that the girl was a dish.

As Jake sent next to her at the bar, he thought she seemed difficult, like everything around her was for her benefit. She kept insisting the waiter was a sexist because he asked her twice if she wanted another drink before she had finished the first one. Jake found it odd the way she held her head when she looked at him. For all the world she looked like a department store mannequin, he thought. And yet with each gulp of the Belgium ale she looked better.

[seanc]

He took another sip and decided he better start nursing it. He needed his wits about him tonight. A fling would be nice right now but this girl did not seem like the type that would let him off the hook very easy. He had agreed to the date as a diversion, but Chanta, or Chandra, or whatever the hell her name was did not seem like the rebound type. Why had he brought her here anyway? This is the place where he had met Rebecca and where they had spent many evenings over the next five years. He had convinced himself that he would feel more comfortable if he was in familiar surroundings, but deep down he knew it would just keep his mind on her.

It had been six months but Rebecca was not that easy to get over. Especially since it wasn't his decision to start getting over her in the first place. How had he screwed things up so badly. He was just ready to take the relationship to that next level. The level he knew she had been desiring for over a year at the time. He hadn't even wanted to go to the party. The guys from work dragged him there. He was going to have a beer and leave. Instead he stayed for his third and the life he thought he was building and crumbled to the ground.

[Captain Spaulding]

Jake lost his train of thought. He realized that he had to piss. He took leave of Chanta or Chandra at the bar and made his way to the restroom.

As he relieved himself at the urinal, another man entered the restroom and walked up to the urinal beside Jake. Jake paid no mind until he felt something tap his foot. He glanced over and saw the man in a wide stance. The man smiled and wagged the thing in his hand. He winked at Jake and said, "Hi, my name's Sexy Celebrity."

[90sAce]

Jake was taken aback, and in his drunken state of mind began to feel a little anger swell up. He was a handsome young guy and frequently hit on by gay men when he was out and about, and as a result occasionally felt insecure in his sexuality, since he typically got more signs of interest from strange men than from the women he was interested in.

Just as he was about to tell the stranger to **** off, a memory flashed into his head which shocked him out of his drunkenness. "Hey you!" Jake remarked, "I recognize you from a political ad I saw on TV the other day; you're that Republican guy who's running for Senate. Harry Kreig is the name, right"?

[The Gunslinger45]

The Senator's face filled with horror as he was recognized. His bathroom antics had gotten him in deep trouble now. Sure there was the time he and Barney Frank had a fling in chambers at Congress, and there was the time Joe Biden got so blitzed he masturbated in front of him at a White House fundraiser, but this was different. He here he was, "Congressional Pen" in had getting ready to "dip in the ink" after "proposing legislation" and he was positively identified. The Senator put up his dork, bundled up his coat then ran for the door.

Jake stood there dumbfounded. Even with all he had to drink he still thought this was weird.

"Well that was new." He said.

He urinated, gave his gear a good shake, and went to wash his hands. He paused at the sink and decided,

"No... that is what they expect me to do."

He then exited the men's room. Hands still unwashed.