Title: A Story from Six Eyes
Author: Michelle K. (email@example.com)
Challenge: amydonna #42: outside POV
Summary: A breakup.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
A Story from Six Eyes by Michelle K.
Sarah had never seen a couple more in hate, and she'd seen a lot of alcohol-fueled confrontations between lovers at the end of their ropes.
"Stop it," the blonde snapped.
The brunette fell silent, signaled Sarah. "Two more."
"I don't want another."
"Maybe they're both for me."
The blonde's lips formed a tight line. "Amy... please..."
Sarah leaned on the bar uncomfortably, tapped her black-polished nails on the wood. "So. What'll it be?"
"Just one," Amy said, and her lover still was angry.
"I think we should just go."
"I need another drink for what you're going to do."
"I..." She glanced at Sarah. "...I'm not going to do this in public."
At first, Maureen thought the yelling was in her head, part of a bizarre dream. But eventually, her eyes opened to loud voices and a bright red 3:13 a.m. The thirteen changed to a fourteen before she truly comprehended that it was Donna and her girlfriend. This was probably the split that Donna confessed to her she was planning. Maureen wished she'd told Donna to do it earlier in the night.
"Be quiet. You're going to wake up my roommate."
"You honestly think I care? You spring this on me--"
"You can't be surprised. We've been miserable for weeks."
"*You've* been miserable. You're always miserable."
"I'm always miserable? That is hilarious. You drink all the time, you treat me like garbage, but I'm just the terrible depressed ogre. Yes, Amy. That makes sense--"
"Are you fucking him?"
A pause, pregnant with information Maureen had. "No."
Amy's voice was softer, almost calm when she said, "Liar."
Then, the door slammed.
Mike hated the nightshift, having his taxi full of whores and rowdy drunks. So finding his next fare to be a well-dressed woman who didn't look five seconds away from vomiting on the seat seemed refreshing. The woman gave him an address and slumped back. She closed her eyes.
"I'm fine," she said quickly. "Just tired."
But later, as she gave him the money, Mike could swear she was crying.
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