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Moonlight and Merlot

July 27, 2010

The continuing saga of the lives, loves and heartbreaks of the residents of Dion Valley, CA.

As with all the best things in life, this is for adults only.


It was a slow night at the Diner. After Zach left, only two other people came in and one of those just wanted coffee. Even though it meant that Nick would leave tonight with less than fifty bucks in his pocket, he was grateful for the quiet. Too many things had already happened. He had no need for an action-packed shift on top of it.

He slowly wiped down the counter after the last customer departed, still thinking of Lela, her solemn green eyes, her unrelenting drive. That spell was madness. There was no way it was going to work. There were no gods left.  No magic. To believe differently was foolish in the extreme.

And yet…

If anyone could summon a god, it would be Lela.

The bell above the door rang signaling a customer and Nick instinctively looked up with a smile plastered on his face. It was one of the things Roxy had drilled into his head from his very first day on the job. Always greet them with a smile. But when he saw who it was stumbling through the door, the smile quickly transformed into a grimace.

“We’re closed, Phoebe,” he said, anger making his voice harsh. “Go home.”

“Aw, Nick,” she whined. “But I came all the way here to see.”

Nick shook his head. “No, this is not happening. It is time for you to go.”

“You’re mean,” she said, sticking out her lower lip in an exaggerated pout.

She tripped her way over the threshold and came crashing down in the middle of the dining room floor. He didn’t want to help her, didn’t want to touch her, didn’t even want to acknowledge her existence but he couldn’t just leave her sprawled on the floor. With a heavy sigh, he crossed the restaurant and helped her to her feet.

“Oooo, Nick,” she squealed, throwing her arms around his waist. “Let’s have some fun.”

“Stop,” he said, untangling himself from her grasp. He could smell the wine on her breath and leaned back away from her. “How much have you had to drink, Phoebe?”

“Just a little,” she said, and held her thumb and forefinger about a quarter of inch apart.

“That much, huh?” he asked, helping her to a seat. “Was that it?”

“Well,” she said, drawing out the word. “I had some Xanax too, but not too much.”

Nick pressed his fingers to his forehead. He could feel a migraine coming on. “Phoebe…” he began and then a horrible thought occurred to him. “You didn’t drive here, did you?”

Phoebe giggled. “Of course I drove.  How else was I gonna get here, silly?”

Nick ground his teeth in frustration. This was great. Just perfect. He couldn’t just kick her out now. She was in no shape to be left to her own devices. God only knew what kind of mess she would get herself into if he let her loose into the night. He contemplated calling her a cab, but he knew that it could take upwards of an hour for it to arrive and he didn’t want to be alone with her for that long. He could take her on his bike, but that would mean he’d have her wrapped around him for the entire seven mile trip to her family’s estate and he shuddered at the thought. The only solution seemed to be her car which meant that he’d have to walk all the way back to the Diner once he had gotten her home. He glanced over at her, at her glazed eyes, her drunken, flirtatious smile and decided walking didn’t seem so bad after all. “Give me your keys,” he said finally. “I’m taking you home.”

[Until next Tuesday…]

12 Comments leave one →
  1. July 27, 2010 4:05 pm

    I think we all want more here 🙂

  2. July 27, 2010 4:29 pm

    I KNEW IT! I knew she was up to something.

    Looking forward to next week.

  3. July 27, 2010 5:09 pm

    This just gets better and better! Love it!

    Julie Johnson

  4. July 27, 2010 11:48 pm

    Amusing post. Great character development. I can’t wait for next week!

  5. July 28, 2010 1:12 am

    Hi Lisa,

    I’m thinking you need a ‘way’ in the ‘all the back to the Diner’ sentence. Having said that, when you ask for comments, is that the type you mean or would you rather I just told you my impressions of the story? I’m easy, either way, just curious.

    Love the ride so far. Can’t wait (but I will, patiently) for the corks to begin popping.



    • July 28, 2010 9:30 am

      Hey Doug!

      Thanks for your comments. I really do need to hire a professional proofreader!

      Any comments you feel like leaving are fine with me. I prefer impressions of the story mostly because this isn’t something I’m ever looking to publish or anything, it is purely for the blog and everyone’s reading enjoyment. That said, I am always looking to make my writing stronger so technical critiques are always welcome as well.

      Thank you so much for taking the time to stop by!

  6. Madison Woods permalink
    July 28, 2010 10:56 am

    I agree with Drew’s comment 😉

    One error I found in the first sentence: … one of those just wanted coffee.

    Looking forward to next week’s – and am patiently waiting for the ritual so I can see what this is all about 🙂


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