Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Harrison sighed at the question and shook his head. No, I'm six months clear of my last relationship. not, he didn't add, the last time he was with a woman, but that was slightly less relevant. It was not a very happy ending, I must confess, but I have a firm policy that I don't talk about my ex's unless it somehow directly relates to the matter at hand. The memories were still a little too raw. Amy had been with Harrison for almost two years, and he had been serious enough to start shopping around for a ring of some description. But the problem had been that while Harrison was a purveyor of liquor hard and mild, and dabbled in marijuana in his time, he had never gone any further, despite the almost ubiquitous availability of crack, or smack, or meth, or ice, or whatever the vogue substance to snort, smoke, shoot or whatever. Amy, a beautiful if jaded Korean-born immigrant who was 10 years younger than him, had begun taking Ecstasy back in the club days, and had progressed into something harder. She had cleaned up for a while, and Harrison had met her during that time, but a few months into the relationship, and unbeknownst to Harrison, she had relapsed. Once he found out, Harrison had made numerous attempts to help her get cleaned up and back into a more functioning society, but soon it became too much for him, and he had given her an ultimatum that if she didn't get clean, she should just take her things and leave. She had sworn to his face that she wouldn't touch the stuff again, but within two weeks he had heard from one of the dealers he was acquainted with that Amy had scored off one of his competitors. He confronted her and she admitted that she couldn't or wouldn't give it up, and they had separated shortly after. Word about the clubs was that she had rebounded fairly hard with one of two guys, and though it pained him, Harrison just couldn't bring himself to care what else she chose to do with her life. All the emotions flashed across Harrison's face in rapid succession. The memory brought an sour taste to Harrison's mouth and he swigged his drink, the biting alcohol and acid coke swirling in his mouth served to cleanse his palate somewhat. You know, I'm sorry, I've just managed to bring up some shit I thought was long gone. And my break's over anyway. a busboy was waving at him from the entrance to the quiet lounge. He coughed and shook his head to dislodge the last vestiges of the recollection. I've completely fucked this up at the last. Let me try and salvage something for you. Grab your friends and bring them to the bar, next round on me, anything off the menu, my treat. For you, same for the rest of the night. he took a vicious drag on his cigarette. Again, Sorry for this. It just hit me weird tonight. No idea why. He took her hand, trying to resurrect some of his usually effortless charm. I'd love to see you again, Joe. Perhaps somewhere a little less... he waved vaguely toward the pulsing crowd ...here. he finished. How about I just leave the offer of my number open to you at any time, and if the mood strikes before you leave tonight, let me know. At the very least, enjoy some good booze. he managed a stronger smile now. And if I'm luckier than I have any goddamn right to be, we can try this again another time. He got up, looking to usher her back downstairs to the club proper.