19290111 23:38:54

19290111 23:38:54

BP-S-0040

By the time the fourth contact left from the table, Kedzie had become exceedingly bored of the procession. The lady who was set up to be seated with him began to irritate him as much as anything else; no, she wasn't offensive or disrespectful, and she was truthfully rather attractive, but he couldn't continue to find new topics of conversation which weren't too provocative and which she could actually engage in with him. With knowing that she had little in the way of long term plans beyond getting married and raising some children, and possibly move to one of the nicer homes being built towards the south of the city, she had nothing else to say. He resisted from asking too much about her spiritual feelings when the discussion came to a stand still after he merely asked what she intended to do in order to consider herself to be "content". As the periods of silence grew longer, he found more opportunity to drink water. Finally, biology did its part to compel him to leave for a moment.
"If you'll excuse me, Cecilia. I'll return shortly."
She stared back for a moment before responding with a simple "Uh, OK", which came before a smile. He nodded and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
"Is he always like this?" There was a tinge of venom in her voice as Cecilia asked that to the other couple at the table.
"Hah, as far as I can tell, yeah. I mean I ain't seen him be any different. That's what being a good boy Christian all your life will do to you. Well, sometimes."
"Maybe the ones who got uh, touched by the faith. Heh. I mean, I know plenty of Christian boys who are normal like you. This guy just acts like he's got a stick up his ass." Rebecca took a long drag from her cigarette after saying this, then pivoted her mouth to the side to let the smoke exit upwards.
"Oh, come on now, don't read that into him. As far as I can tell, he just has that kind of attitude. Nothing more." Pulaski said this while pushing the edge of the beer bottle cap into the surface of the table, with the intent of compressing the edges towards the center, but only managing to leave a visible dent in the wooden surface.
"With the way he's acting, I don't know why you even wanted to bring him over here. He could have stayed home if he didn't want to be friendlier. Well, I mean, nicer. ... OK, I mean, just, so serious. So drab. I feel like he's gonna snap in a moment. Why'd you even bring him along?" Cecilia asked this while reaching over the table to take one of the cigarettes from Rebecca's holder.
"Doctor's orders." Pulaski gave this answer with a gentle laugh before he took the whisky shot in a quick flick of the wrist.
"For you or for him?" Rebecca continued to speak after Cecilia laughed loudly at this response. "And if he's here to try to learn things from you, he's got a long way to go yet. I don't see how anyone will want to deal with a man like that."
"Actually, that's pretty much exactly why he is here."