Agent Scully, Bitchy

Brienne, Part 3

Yak’s was quiet. Brienne was not. Most people stared. No one had to strain to hear her yelling. Everyone followed as she circled our table. Duke circled after his enflamed former girlfriend.

Stanley stood behind the bar with his arms crossed. He was a good friend of Duke’s. He shook his head, told something to one of the people at bar who was looking at Brienne. They both laughed.

Brienne pointed at C and asked, “Are you fucking him?”

C looked away.

“I thought so!”

Duke said, “Brienne, let’s go outside.”

“I know you plan to sleep with everyone at this table,” she said. “You’ve already slept with psycho and his bitch.”

For the record, C had only slept with me.

Pointing at Buddy and talking to C, she said, “You probably slept with his brother, too.”

That would be my brother, Scott who sat quietly with a conflicted smile. What had Duke told her?

C smiled with amusement, picked up her drink in toast and drank.

“Brienne,” Duke said. “Leave.”

“Leave?”

“Leave,” he insisted. “Leave now!”

As she was about to walk behind me, I pushed out my chair, and clipped her. She spilled more from the pint of stout she had brandished as a weapon. More than half the pint had already spilled. She slapped me hard on the top of my head.

Continuing to address C, Brieene said, “You’re a slut. Duke’s waiting his turn. It’s nothing big. It’s a cold beer, a sad five minutes, and maybe a pat on the back when he shows you the door.”

Brienne looked at Scott, and asked, “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m the brother.”

Boo and his babysitter walked into Yak’s. Boo broke away and hurried on over. He stopped when he got close enough to hear. Scott did not see him.

“Do you want the fuck of your life? Do you? Are you scared?”

Buddy interrupted, “Sweet-Mother-Mary-of-God.”

“That’s me,” Brienne responded with a practiced line.

Buddy stood, and said, “You’re my kind of girl.”

“I’d rather clip my toe nails,” Brienne said to Buddy as if she was speaking about me. I was insulted.

Buddy pointed at me. “He’s Tom. He’s boring. I’m the pyscho. He’s my bitch. Come on. You and me. Are you scared?” Next to Brienne, Buddy’s blonde hair blushed slightly red.

“You’re one of those artsy shits. Gets his minute of fame. Goes on some fucked-up bender. Ends up on the cover of I’m So Fucked Up. Spare everyone. Get it over with. I’d rather fuck him, anyway.” She pointed at Scott. “He’ll crawl back to his sweet wife and forever crave me. That’s what I want tonight.”

Scott stood, and smiled. “Tell you what. I’ll meet you later. Over there.” He pointed to the bar and to Stanley. “You can tell me how great you are.”

Brienne said, “11PM. You’ll never forget me. It should take only a few minutes. Fuck you all.”

Boo walked to his Dad, tugged his shirt, and asked, “Daddy?”

“Hey big man. Tell this lady what you told your mom.” Boo looked reluctant. “It’s OK. Go ahead.”

“You bitchy fucking bitch!”

Brienne shrieked. She threw the remaining stout at Duke and took off toward the door.

Boo chased her, yelling, “Bitchy! Bitchy! Bitchy!”

… continued

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Brienne

Part 3: Agent Scully, Bitchy
Part 2: Agent Scully, Dribbling Stout
Part 1: Agent Scully, Provocateur