Bad Games 2 - Vengeful Games by Menapace Jeff

Author:Menapace, Jeff [Menapace, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Mind Mess Press
Published: 2013-06-05T07:00:00+00:00

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It was 5 p.m. Patrick was intending on staying until at least seven. His neck ached, his eyes burned, and he was hungry. A brief diversion from his PC right now would be nice.

Steve Lucas did a quick rap on Patrick’s office window and immediately poked his head in before being invited. Patrick’s mind flashed to the TV show “Laverne and Shirley.” Whenever Laverne or Shirley had just finished stating something creepy, slimy, revolting, or just flat-out annoying, their apartment door would always fly open on cue, revealing the two loveable doofuses that were Lenny and Squiggy, who would then simultaneously belt out their nasally trademark: “Hello!”

Except Steve Lucas was not a loveable doofus. He was just a doofus.

“How they hanging, big man?” Lucas asked.

Patrick took a deep breath, let it out slow through his nose, forced a smile. “It’s going fine, thanks.” He did a quarter turn back towards his PC, hoping Lucas would take the hint.

He did not. He pointed at Patrick. “You …” He pointed at himself. “Me …” He grinned. “Happy hour. Right now. What do you say?”

The mere mention of happy hour reminded Patrick of the incident with Amy, and his annoyance meter shot up a notch. “I’m good, man, thanks,” he said.

Lucas stood in front of Patrick’s desk. “Aw, come on, man. Look, I’m buying, okay? Besides you gotta meet this girl I’ve been seeing. Smokin’ hot.” He lowered his voice and raised his eyebrows like a car salesman about to whisper an unbeatable offer. “Fucking crazy in bed too, I’m tellin’ ya.”

Patrick took another deep breath. “That’s great, Steve, I’m happy for you.” He threw a thumb over his shoulder towards his PC. “I’ve just got way too much stuff to get done.”

“Come ooooon … it’s Friday. Give Amy a call, she can join us.”

Patrick’s annoyance meter jumped another notch. “I don’t think so.”

Steve cocked his head. “Everything okay?”

Patrick nodded once. “Fine.”

Steve put his hands on Patrick’s desk, leaned in and said, “You know, if you and Amy are having problems, I can see if my new girl has a friend …”

Patrick was not consciously aware of the look he gave Steve Lucas just then, but when Lucas held up both hands and stepped back as though a gun had just been pulled on him, Patrick was certain that the fire that had instantaneously erupted in his gut had climbed and ignited his face, smoking nostrils, red eyes, the works.

“Whoa, relax, man,” Lucas said, his hands still up. “Forget I said anything.” He slipped out of Patrick’s office without another word.

Whatever rage Patrick had just felt towards Steve Lucas delightfully faded when he watched the man shit himself and scurry out of his office. Patrick allowed himself a brief smile then went back to work.

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