January by Brett Brooks

Author:Brett Brooks [Brooks, Brett]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should oil acquaintance be forgot,

And old lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We’ll take a cup of kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

And surely you buy your pint cup!

And surely I’ll buy mine!

And we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

“I’m waiting, Miss Katnip.” Friends everywhere began to embrace, and those closer kissed in the new year. Corson barely moved. “Where’s my money?”

Pussy turned her head to the left, and then to the right. “What do you mean? I just gave it to you.”

The confusion on his face spurred her along. She picked up a handful of confetti from the table. “Don’t you recognize it? Look closely, I’m sure you’ll see some in there.”

Immediately Corson and his two cohorts grabbed the shreds of paper. Their fingers shuffled through them at lightning speed.

“You didn’t!” Corson shouted.

“I did. Every single piece of it.” Pussy held out her hand and let the confetti sprinkle from her hand back down to the table. “Now, do me the favor of getting the hell out of my club.”

The other man at the table almost leapt from his chair. Pussy’s eyes locked him in place. “Don’t you dare.”

“She’s right,” Corson said. “This isn’t the right time or place.” He stood slowly and straightened his jacket. “I want you to realize that you have made a powerful enemy tonight, Miss Katnip.”

Pussy stood up to stand beside him. “I don’t like bullies. And ones who have delusions of grandeur are even worse. Now, do I need to show you to the door, or do you know the way?”

He turned and walked. The other two fell in behind him.

“Corson!” She spoke loud enough to get him to turn. “Happy New Year.”

She watched him turn, and kept her eyes on him until he went up the stairs exiting the room. The moment he was out of view her shoulders dropped and her breathing resumed.

Dozens of patrons spoke to her as she crossed the room, but she heard none of it. Soon she was at her private table and the guest huddled behind it.

“He’s gone, Rodney,” she stated.

The squirrelly man’s gaze ran through the room, seemingly trying to account for every single person. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. You stay here another hour, and then go home.”

“What if they—”

“I’m pretty sure that I made him mad enough that you aren’t going to have to worry about him anymore.” She leaned in. “You just have to worry about me. Got it?”

She could see him swallow. “Yes, Pussy. Yes, I understand. Thank you, Pussy. Thank you.”

There was nothing she had to say to him. As she approached the bar, she held up to fingers. Robby had the drink waiting for her when she got there.

The whiskey burned as she tossed it back. She relished the sensation.

“Pussy?”

The voice was familiar and welcome. She felt the smile grow on her face as she turned. He stood there in a formal uniform, with his hat tucked up under his arm.

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