Changes In Latitude (A Collaborative CD Piece)
Jul 16, 2021 18:14:50 GMT -5
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Post by Johnny Bacchus on Jul 16, 2021 18:14:50 GMT -5
The shot glasses clinked together and hit the bar before Johnny and Addy tilted them back and emptied them. The discarded glasses joined a slowly growing horde of their fellows on the bar before the two, flanked by two half-full pints of beer. Johnny followed the shot by chasing it with a glass of pickle juice, taking a moment to shake his face.
Johnny Bacchus: Jameson’s one of those things that’s, like, nice the first three times and then starts getting nastier after that. It’s like a bad date.
Addy A: Ya know, Bacchz, I ain't ever had'a bad date after three Jamo's hey. Must be tha company ya keep.
Johnny Bacchus: I’m a perfect gentleman. The Jameson comes out date two.
Addy A: Ain't give'a shit when it comes out. But when it does I'm guzzlin' down every last fuckin' drop an' I'm lickin' me lips clean too.
With the tilt of her head, she threw the remnants of her existing pint into her gullet like a thirty year Navy veteran.
Addy A: Ya gettin' a girl another drink or what?
Johnny Bacchus: Well when you put it that way.
He snickered, with the faintest eye roll, but the grin didn’t waver. After throwing his own pint back, he signaled for another round.
Johnny Bacchus: Congrats on the shot at TF. How’re you feeling?
Addy A: I'm feelin' like this bartender needs ta hurry that fuck up wit me drink.
Johnny Bacchus: Beyond the present?
Addy A: An' I feel like feedin' a couple of bitches to tha fuckin' pigs.
Johnny Bacchus: I believe that’s illegal in Japan.
Addy A: Strange fuckin' country.
Johnny Bacchus: Is it?
Addy A: Incest is fuckin' legal but ya gotta let farm animals starve. Weird fuckin' place.
Johnny Bacchus: What’s the laws down under?
Addy A: Ya can fuck ya cousin but ya can't fuck ya sister. Heard that's like ya yanks 'cept fah fuckin' Alabama ain't it?
Addy shook her head. After her beer finally arrived, she downed it in one swill.
Addy A: No fuckin' gag reflex.
Johnny Bacchus: Don’t taunt me five deep.
Addy A: Only five. Fuckin' lightweight. Bacchzy when ya gonna give me a shot at showin' ya what that fuck hardcore is really all 'bout?
Bacchus put down his beer and leaned in, resting his chin in his palm.
Johnny Bacchus: Sorry. I know you like it hardcore – wanna make a movie?
Addy A: I aint 'ad ya pegged as that movie makin' type.
Johnny Bacchus: Gore Vidal said you never turn down having sex or appearing on television. I internalized that.
Addy A: Did ya internalize anything else'a 'is?
Johnny Bacchus: Fuck around and find out.
Addy tilted her head at Johnny and jabbed him with an elbow.
Addy A: Now I know ya ain't got that fuckin' stamina ta go wit' me. I'm an all night kinda girl.
Johnny Bacchus: Tall bar to clear, I just went through a whole exploding barbedwire match.
Addy A: Oh hell yeh!! Let's get another round's shots!
As it arrived, Johnny plucked his shot glass off the bar and raised it lazily, looking contemplatively into it.
Johnny Bacchus: Not every day you meet your idols and they don’t suck.
Addy picked the shot up, emptied the contents into her throat, and slammed the empty receptive on the bar before cackling like a hyena. Bacchus cocked an eyebrow. She looped an arm around his shoulder.
Addy A: I like ya boy… I really fuckin' like ya. An' it's so fuckin' cute ya ain't think I suck.
Reaching over, she pinched his cheek like a long lost aunt.
Johnny Bacchus: I think we’re speaking different languages.
Addy A: Naaah. We just drinkin'. Ya fuckin' brave enough ta go 'nother round?
Johnny Bacchus: Don’t I go the rounds?
Addy removed her arm.
Addy A: Spin me round, spin me right round.
Being - well - Addy, she lept the bar, grabbing a top shelf bottle of Tequila, and was back on her stool before the bartender noticed. The two exchange a long stare before Johnny reached over to snatch the bottle from her hand. Refilling his glass, he muttered.
Johnny Bacchus: Now we’re cooking with gas.
Ignoring the social decorum of pouring a glass, Addy snatched the bottle from his hand and took a long swig from the bottle. Johnny raised his glass, the inebriation more pronounced, before tossing his shot back and taking a moment to suck air through his teeth.
Addy A: Again.
She topped off his glass seemingly the moment it hit the countertop before taking another swig. He considered, a light seeming to click, and took the shot with a shrug.
Johnny Bacchus: This airplane bathroom’s blood is on your hands.
Addy A: Ain't havin' it any other way.
Down her throat the tequila poured. Johnny, in kind, responded by tapping the bar.
Johnny Bacchus: You win. They’re gonna have to wheel me in if I have anymore.
Addy A: Fuckin' soft.
She hiccupped. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, she lost control of the contents of her stomach, expelling with unprecedented violent force over the top of the bar. As her companion stared on in silent horror, Addy hiccuped once more and wiped slime from her mouth.
Addy A: Reckon it's time ta get that fuck outta here.
As if on instinct, Bacchus wheeled to his feet, linking her arm in his for a swift retreat. She reached out to grab the bottle as they went, dragging it with her as Bacchus dragged her away from the now red-faced and screaming bartender. She still in step, washed her mouth out with the last remnants of the bottle.
Johnny Bacchus: Jesus, you fiend, step before that guy shivs us.
Addy A: I can fuckin' take 'im.
Johnny Bacchus: I believe you. Still.
Her arm locked in his, he whipped them around a corner into the B Terminal, pulling his hood up and stuffing her behind a corner as the TSA ran past. The footsteps fading, he laughed.
Johnny Bacchus: Holy shit.
She laid a confused gaze upon his laughter, her mouth agape she remained speechless.
Johnny Bacchus: What, never run from the pigs before?
Addy A: Ya ain't seen me fuckin' arrest record have ya?
Johnny laughed again, a hardly contained impish glee.
Johnny Bacchus: I mean, if you ran more maybe it would be shorter.
He cracked up harder, the inebriation seemingly dissipating.
Addy A: But a fuckin' whole lot less fun... Wanna go back?
Johnny cracked up again, taking a moment to bend over from laughter, the adrenaline obviously coursing through him.
Johnny Bacchus: I knew I could go the rounds with you.
Addy A: I'm fuckin' serious right. There was what four of 'em? A bartender. Me an' you. For fuckin' sure we can take 'em. 'Sides even if that bring back up, it's more fun an' we ain't gettin' left in a cell, even if we lose, which we won't right. We got Tokyo comin' up an' we rump shakin' money makers.
He moved a hand to her mouth and adjusted his feet to prevent a stumble, laughing once before removing his hand.
Johnny Bacchus: I got enough fines and fees to pay.
Addy A: Pussy...cat.
Johnny Bacchus: You said you really liked it.
Addy A: I like all pussies…
She giggled, letting her words hang in the air.
Johnny Bacchus: That makes two of us.
Addy A: Difference is…
Addy paused, her words drifting off. They came back suddenly and more assuredly
Addy A: I wanna get a pet fuckin' tiger hey.
Johnny Bacchus: According to Netflix that’s a thing.
Addy A: That's the one with the guy that looks like Dandy's daddy right? I'm gettin' a tiger when we get back from Tokyo. Wanna help me pick one out?
Johnny Bacchus: You’d look good with a tiger on a chain. Very Mike Tyson.
Addy A: That's settled. I'll pick tha tiger. I'll let ya pick ya collar.
Addy cackled. A voice suddenly erupts over the PA.
Voice: Johnathan Backus, please report to gate B-7 in the next ten minutes. I repeat, Johnathan Backus report to gate B-7, your flight departs soon.
Bacchus’s head whipped away, his body following suit.
Johnny Bacchus: Fuck.
Johnny Bacchus: Jameson’s one of those things that’s, like, nice the first three times and then starts getting nastier after that. It’s like a bad date.
Addy A: Ya know, Bacchz, I ain't ever had'a bad date after three Jamo's hey. Must be tha company ya keep.
Johnny Bacchus: I’m a perfect gentleman. The Jameson comes out date two.
Addy A: Ain't give'a shit when it comes out. But when it does I'm guzzlin' down every last fuckin' drop an' I'm lickin' me lips clean too.
With the tilt of her head, she threw the remnants of her existing pint into her gullet like a thirty year Navy veteran.
Addy A: Ya gettin' a girl another drink or what?
Johnny Bacchus: Well when you put it that way.
He snickered, with the faintest eye roll, but the grin didn’t waver. After throwing his own pint back, he signaled for another round.
Johnny Bacchus: Congrats on the shot at TF. How’re you feeling?
Addy A: I'm feelin' like this bartender needs ta hurry that fuck up wit me drink.
Johnny Bacchus: Beyond the present?
Addy A: An' I feel like feedin' a couple of bitches to tha fuckin' pigs.
Johnny Bacchus: I believe that’s illegal in Japan.
Addy A: Strange fuckin' country.
Johnny Bacchus: Is it?
Addy A: Incest is fuckin' legal but ya gotta let farm animals starve. Weird fuckin' place.
Johnny Bacchus: What’s the laws down under?
Addy A: Ya can fuck ya cousin but ya can't fuck ya sister. Heard that's like ya yanks 'cept fah fuckin' Alabama ain't it?
Addy shook her head. After her beer finally arrived, she downed it in one swill.
Addy A: No fuckin' gag reflex.
Johnny Bacchus: Don’t taunt me five deep.
Addy A: Only five. Fuckin' lightweight. Bacchzy when ya gonna give me a shot at showin' ya what that fuck hardcore is really all 'bout?
Bacchus put down his beer and leaned in, resting his chin in his palm.
Johnny Bacchus: Sorry. I know you like it hardcore – wanna make a movie?
Addy A: I aint 'ad ya pegged as that movie makin' type.
Johnny Bacchus: Gore Vidal said you never turn down having sex or appearing on television. I internalized that.
Addy A: Did ya internalize anything else'a 'is?
Johnny Bacchus: Fuck around and find out.
Addy tilted her head at Johnny and jabbed him with an elbow.
Addy A: Now I know ya ain't got that fuckin' stamina ta go wit' me. I'm an all night kinda girl.
Johnny Bacchus: Tall bar to clear, I just went through a whole exploding barbedwire match.
Addy A: Oh hell yeh!! Let's get another round's shots!
As it arrived, Johnny plucked his shot glass off the bar and raised it lazily, looking contemplatively into it.
Johnny Bacchus: Not every day you meet your idols and they don’t suck.
Addy picked the shot up, emptied the contents into her throat, and slammed the empty receptive on the bar before cackling like a hyena. Bacchus cocked an eyebrow. She looped an arm around his shoulder.
Addy A: I like ya boy… I really fuckin' like ya. An' it's so fuckin' cute ya ain't think I suck.
Reaching over, she pinched his cheek like a long lost aunt.
Johnny Bacchus: I think we’re speaking different languages.
Addy A: Naaah. We just drinkin'. Ya fuckin' brave enough ta go 'nother round?
Johnny Bacchus: Don’t I go the rounds?
Addy removed her arm.
Addy A: Spin me round, spin me right round.
Being - well - Addy, she lept the bar, grabbing a top shelf bottle of Tequila, and was back on her stool before the bartender noticed. The two exchange a long stare before Johnny reached over to snatch the bottle from her hand. Refilling his glass, he muttered.
Johnny Bacchus: Now we’re cooking with gas.
Ignoring the social decorum of pouring a glass, Addy snatched the bottle from his hand and took a long swig from the bottle. Johnny raised his glass, the inebriation more pronounced, before tossing his shot back and taking a moment to suck air through his teeth.
Addy A: Again.
She topped off his glass seemingly the moment it hit the countertop before taking another swig. He considered, a light seeming to click, and took the shot with a shrug.
Johnny Bacchus: This airplane bathroom’s blood is on your hands.
Addy A: Ain't havin' it any other way.
Down her throat the tequila poured. Johnny, in kind, responded by tapping the bar.
Johnny Bacchus: You win. They’re gonna have to wheel me in if I have anymore.
Addy A: Fuckin' soft.
She hiccupped. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, she lost control of the contents of her stomach, expelling with unprecedented violent force over the top of the bar. As her companion stared on in silent horror, Addy hiccuped once more and wiped slime from her mouth.
Addy A: Reckon it's time ta get that fuck outta here.
As if on instinct, Bacchus wheeled to his feet, linking her arm in his for a swift retreat. She reached out to grab the bottle as they went, dragging it with her as Bacchus dragged her away from the now red-faced and screaming bartender. She still in step, washed her mouth out with the last remnants of the bottle.
Johnny Bacchus: Jesus, you fiend, step before that guy shivs us.
Addy A: I can fuckin' take 'im.
Johnny Bacchus: I believe you. Still.
Her arm locked in his, he whipped them around a corner into the B Terminal, pulling his hood up and stuffing her behind a corner as the TSA ran past. The footsteps fading, he laughed.
Johnny Bacchus: Holy shit.
She laid a confused gaze upon his laughter, her mouth agape she remained speechless.
Johnny Bacchus: What, never run from the pigs before?
Addy A: Ya ain't seen me fuckin' arrest record have ya?
Johnny laughed again, a hardly contained impish glee.
Johnny Bacchus: I mean, if you ran more maybe it would be shorter.
He cracked up harder, the inebriation seemingly dissipating.
Addy A: But a fuckin' whole lot less fun... Wanna go back?
Johnny cracked up again, taking a moment to bend over from laughter, the adrenaline obviously coursing through him.
Johnny Bacchus: I knew I could go the rounds with you.
Addy A: I'm fuckin' serious right. There was what four of 'em? A bartender. Me an' you. For fuckin' sure we can take 'em. 'Sides even if that bring back up, it's more fun an' we ain't gettin' left in a cell, even if we lose, which we won't right. We got Tokyo comin' up an' we rump shakin' money makers.
He moved a hand to her mouth and adjusted his feet to prevent a stumble, laughing once before removing his hand.
Johnny Bacchus: I got enough fines and fees to pay.
Addy A: Pussy...cat.
Johnny Bacchus: You said you really liked it.
Addy A: I like all pussies…
She giggled, letting her words hang in the air.
Johnny Bacchus: That makes two of us.
Addy A: Difference is…
Addy paused, her words drifting off. They came back suddenly and more assuredly
Addy A: I wanna get a pet fuckin' tiger hey.
Johnny Bacchus: According to Netflix that’s a thing.
Addy A: That's the one with the guy that looks like Dandy's daddy right? I'm gettin' a tiger when we get back from Tokyo. Wanna help me pick one out?
Johnny Bacchus: You’d look good with a tiger on a chain. Very Mike Tyson.
Addy A: That's settled. I'll pick tha tiger. I'll let ya pick ya collar.
Addy cackled. A voice suddenly erupts over the PA.
Voice: Johnathan Backus, please report to gate B-7 in the next ten minutes. I repeat, Johnathan Backus report to gate B-7, your flight departs soon.
Bacchus’s head whipped away, his body following suit.
Johnny Bacchus: Fuck.