The Poisoned Tongue, July 4th celebration Party
When Pandora walked into the bar the evening of America’s birthday, she felt as if she’d never left. The sights, the sounds, the smells…it made her feel welcome, and this was the change of pace needed to take her mind off Brock.
She had spent the week since his disappearance working on their house and getting it decorated to her specifications. As he had promised, she had gone to the furniture store with the promised line of credit and had decorated different rooms in the house, making it into a home they both would love. She had even turned the basement into Brock’s “Man Cave”, a showpiece where he could entertain his friends without wrecking the rest of the house. But it was the garage that allowed her to shine.
It was her personal domain and she had enjoyed decorating every corner of it.
“So…you’re back.” a very familiar and smarmy voice spoke from near her elbow. She turned her head and saw Cecil standing at her side.
“Yep.” she nodded.
“You actually here to work or are you taking in the scenery?” he growled.
“You know where the bar is.” he snorted, stomping away. She watched him go with a frown on her face. He hadn’t even tried to grab her tits. She made her way to the bar, Mark spotting her with a smile.
“Well, look at you looking fit, tan and happy! How was Hawaii?”
“Hawaii was fantastic.” Pandora smiled, stepping around the bar to give Mark a hug.
“Well, who put that smile on your face?” Denise stated, wandering over to collect some orders.
“Brock.” Pandora stated, wrapping an apron around her waist.
“What?” Mark gaped.
“Brock came to me while I was in Hawaii and we had a long and overdue talk.”
“So…you and he are back on?” Denise wondered.
“Mhm.” Pandora grinned.
“Well, fuck! I wish a guy would come running after me like that.” Denise grinned, taking up her tray and heading back to the floor. Mark was still staring at Pandora.
“Pan…are you sure about this? I mean the guy did sleep with your best friend.” Mark reminded her.
“I’m sure. There are things about he and I that you don’t know and I can’t discuss them with you.” she added when he looked ready to demand answers. “But his heart is genuine and he loves me. He proved that to me and I trust his word.”
“Well…if you’re sure about this, and I can see that you are, then I’m all for it. But if he breaks your heart again, I’ll rip his balls off and shove them down his throat!” he growled. Laughing, Pandora kissed his cheek and headed down to the tables to work. She was lucky to have Mark in her life.
A few hours into her shift, the DJ came over the PA and announced that the fireworks show the city was putting on was about to start and that anyone who wished to view them should make their way to the parking lot. Even the most die-hard bikers and the most patriotic of the bunch grabbed up their drinks and headed outside. The stars were mere dots in the night sky as everyone, patrons and staff waited for the show to commence.
The first pop sounded and the sky began to light up with fire. The cheers were deafening.
Pandora, Mark and Denise were standing at the door, watching the night sky. Mark wrapped his arms around both women and hugged them close.
“Happy 4th, ladies.” he murmured as someone began to sing “America the Beautiful”.
“Oh beautiful…for spacious skies…for amber waves of grain…from purple mountain majesty…above the fruited plain…”
“Happy 4th, Mark.” they replied in unison as more and more bar patrons began to take up the refrain.
“America…America…God shed His grace on thee…and crown thy good….with Brotherhood…from sea to shining sea!”
“Happy 4th, Brock!” Pandora whispered, staring at the color explosions of lights overhead. “Be safe and come back to me soon.”