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Couples
Practicing writing married couples (after a six pack of beer). It was fun! Any advice?
The two couples sat in the middle of the living room, women drinking wine and men drinking beer. A glass coffee table was pushed against the wall and the leather furniture was robbed of pillows.
Each of the couples sat a little closer to each other than anyone else, and everyone was having a good time. The game was ‘Catch Phrase’. A word or phrase appeared, on the digital readout of a little handheld plastic toy, which the player had to explain to their partner. It was vocal charades for people with dynamic vocabularies.
“That’s another point for team two,” laughed the older, blonde man. He stood up and did a beer-induced victory dance. They laughed all around.
His wife, petite and dark haired, smirked. She wanted to keep laughing, but she’d been married to him long enough to know when not to encourage, “Sit down, Mike. You’re still losing.” The other couple laughed harder. They‘d been married less than a year; they still looked like high-school sweethearts. “And if you keep it up, you’ll wake the boys, and I’m not going up there,” she pointed to the ceiling.
Everyone settled down a bit, nobody wanted the moment spoiled by a screaming two-year-old, or a curious four-year-old for that matter. Adult fun was better left uncensored. “So, where were we?” asked Mike, wagging an empty beer bottle on the tip of his finger. “Oh yeah, we were about to clean up and shut you two down,” the beer bottle teetered back and forth between the girls.
Mike’s wife shook her head, the playful smirk still intact. “Not if you know what’s good for you,” she warned. The other woman laughed and her husband rolled his eyes.
Mike put the bottle down and turned to the other man, “See, T.J.? This is what I’m talking about. One toe out of line and playtime gets ransomed.” Everyone laughed again, the laugh of two couples with healthy sex lives.
“Well, that seems to be what you guys really pay attention to,” Mike’s wife said while crossing her arms
“We pay attention to football,” T.J. piped in. His wife reached over and popped him on the back of the head.
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"Me and Mike, ve vork in mine,
Holy shit, ve have good time.
Vunce a veek ve get our pay,
Holy shit, no vork next day."
- Kurt Vonnegut
- Slaughterhouse-Five
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