It Had Been Years by Michael Malflic Read Free Book Online

hadn’t really needed another.   So he scrambled off to make the drink.
    “Nice guy, really brilliant but he doesn’t get it.”  He stated in general, not to anyone in particular but she was listening. 
    “So you used your real name, I’m impressed.” 
    “Nah, I tell everyone the same thing, my real name is different, so in a way my life is a lie, all of it.” 
    Stunned she just sat back waiting for him to continue, he paused, smiled and continued “My real name is Vinchenso ” 
    “What kind of name is that?” she asked thinking she already knows the answer.
    “It’s Italian, for Vincent.  So there you caught me.  I lied to you about my name.”  Smiling like a cat who just ate the lady of the house’s canary.  “What about you Nod?  Real name?”
    No one but her father called her Nod, he even said it with the long O sound that daddy’s used for as long as she could remember.  “Life’s too short to remember fake names.” There’s a bustle at the door, but she was lost in her own world and Vince’s dark eyes.  “OK Vin, since you’ve already taken to shorting my name, do you meet many girls in bars?” 
    “Sure, I meet them every chance I get, Bars, restrooms, hotel rooms and the women’s prisons if they’d let me in.  I’m fairly shallow and not that bright.” 
    “Perfect” she said laughing. “ I’m perfectly shallow and extremely brilliant.” 
    Vin was setting the expectation that he had no intention of keeping pace with the librarian in the fuck me dirty shoes, and she thought his self effacing humor was genuine.  He was as cock sure as any man who had shown an interest in her that she’d met recently, or even in years for that fact.  There was a lot of false bravado, and arrogance but it was rare that a man was genuine in his confidence and conversations unless forced to be or driven by more primal urges.  Hidden agenda’s were a part of life, this guy was right upfront or at least seemingly so.  He said what he wanted, starting with a sharp wit and insults, he didn’t back down and pushed a little himself. 
    In the few seconds that it took for these thoughts to occur, Donna had made her way across the bar with the Husker in tow, and Vince was telling Steve, “Hurry up with the lady’s drink.  And add an Apple- tini and an espresso to the order for her friends.”
    “Hey love, how are you ?, ”  the voice was familiar but doesn’t register right away.  It’s Donna. 
    “Slamming and you?”
    Fuck, and once again worlds collide, Nadrea thought.  Nadrea had completely forgotten that she told Donna where she was going not 30 seconds before walking into this place.  The compulsory introductions were made and within seconds the men seemed like nothing more than window dressings.  They were nice, something to have at the moment, but like last season’s discarded fashions they were ultimately forgotten about.  Still the ladies conversation continued as each informed the other about the horrors of the weekend.  Life for Vince was as uncomplicated as it was is the polar opposite of a public figure.  Donna was adorned in nothing more sophisticated than a well worn pair of jeans, a casual blouse only bordering with the concept of being at all trendy and a pair of black 2 inch heeled dress sandals.  The Husker was in his same worn Levi’s, a tired pair of Nike running shoes, Red Polo Shirt and matching red hat.
    Donna’s movements were less than her characteristically intense and measured shifts.  Instead she was leaning back in her chair, left leg bent, tucking her foot under her right leg from behind. She was continually stroking her long dark hair, gathering it all in her hands first completely to her left side, fixing it back into place tucking her flowing locks behind her ears to reveal her face, and then gathering it again in her hands not seconds after it had come to rest and repeating the entire ritual to the opposite side.  This continued