Smackdown... in 3rd person

Frustrated, AT and Howie were headed for the door of the smoky bar when a small voice called out. "Howie. Howie!!" It was nearly impossible to hear over the blaring jukebox. As they headed out of the front door, the young woman followed and nabbed them out front.

Her name was Danielle. She was a former co-worker of Howie's from SWS. As he recognized her, a warming smile illuminated his face.

"Hey Danielle, how have you been?"

"I'm good thanks," she answered.

"Are you excited about leaving?"

"I'm excited and a little nervous."

As the two were discussing her apparently recent departure from the company, AT waited nervously nearby, inconspicuously eyeing everyone that walked out of the double doors.

Out of courtesy, Howie said, "Danielle, this is my roommate AT. AT, Danielle."

"Hey Danielle, nice to meet you," AT said politely.

"You too," she said.

Danielle turned back towards Howie and they continued their discussion about the incompetent sales people in their business.

AT took a step back and returned to his strategic spot to watch the doors. He was trying to make eye contact with Howie to express the anxiety he felt about being there. He wanted to leave. He wanted to leave now, knowing that Vicki would be walking out soon.

Moments later, Vicki, Heather, and Eddie rumbled out underneath the canopy.

Howie, with his back to them, continued his discussion with Danielle. AT, seeing them leave, pretended to be deeply involved in the conversation and avoided eye contact.

He let an inaudible sigh of relief as the three made their way into the parking lot.

But AT didn't know that he had been spotted, and Vicki quickly turned around and stumbled over to him.

Putting her arms around him she muttered, "You're coming home with me."

"No, I'm not," he said sternly. "I drove and Howie and I are meeting some friends downtown."

"Then I'm coming with you."

"No, you're not. You're drunk and you should go home."

"Why are you always so mean to me?"

"Look, you were out of control in there. You were really being a bitch and... Wait. Why are we having this conversation? I don't need this."

AT turned around and headed for the parking lot trying to avoid a confrontation with the inebriated woman. About five steps down the sidewalk, he was forcefully thrust forward. She had shoved him in the back. He kept walking without turning around.

By this time, Howie had seen what was happening and was also making his way to the car just a few steps ahead of AT.

Again, AT was violently pushed in the back. Without stopping he turned his head to shoot an irritated look her way. As he turned, she connected with a right cross to his lips. Feeling the anger build, he shoved his hands in his pockets and picked up his pace across the parking lot.

As he did, Vicki grabbed the back collar of his shirt attempting to hold him back. His shirttail came out of his pants the buttons began to come undone as he pulled one way, and Vicki pulled another.

Just as this was happening, Howie turned around in time to see AT throw his hands in the air and yell, "Howie, do something!" Realizing that AT was losing patience quickly, he ran back and grabbed the drunk.

AT continued to the car as Howie tried to get her to relax.

Vicki's roommate Heather and their friend Eddie were following far behind apparently unaware of the events which had just unfolded.

AT made it to the car and quickly locked the doors. As Howie rounded the front bumper AT unlocked the passenger door and Howie climbed in.

At the same time, Vicki had made it to driver's side and was attempting to open the door.

"Roll down the window," she screamed.

"So you can hit me again?"

"I just want to say goodbye."

"Go ahead," AT said through the glass.

By this time Heather and Eddie had made it to the car and were getting a clearer picture of what was happening.

Eddie said, "He can hear you through the window," also trying to avoid any further acts of violence from the drunken one.

AT put the car in reverse and began to back out of the parking spot and Eddie grabbed Vicki to allow them safe passage.

But in a fit of selfish rage, Vicki lashed out and kicked the driver's door as AT and Howie were backing up.

"Just keep going. Let's get out of here," Howie said.

AT abruptly said, "What the fuck was that shit! She hit me in the mouth!"

"I don't know, but it makes for a great story," Howie laughed. "C'mon, we'll go down to Eola and I'll buy you a beer."



Is that sexual harassment? Hitting me because I wouldn't sleep with her? Hmmmmm...

Peace.