Hey everyone. I'm new here and heck, might as well try a drabble on for size. It might a little over 100 words.
This one's for
vinegar.
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It'd been 8 years since Jack had asked the silent question, deep blue eyes downcast towards the fire in an unspoken plea.
"It could be like this, always like this."Ennis threw a log into the crackling fire and watched the sparks dance up into the star-strewn velvet sky above them. Things had changed after the divorce, after the postcard he sent, after Jack had driven fourteen hours on account of said postcard. He'd moved out of Riverton, into a rundown shack like the one he and Alma had moved into after their marriage. Except things were different. He didn't wake up everyday to the sound of babies crying or the soft arms wound around him.
Now there were only strong arms wound around him when he woke up and the rodeo-worn legs swung over his waist.
He remembered that night like it was yesterday; calling a let-down Jack back from his truck and asking him to stay a while longer, let him drop his girls back home to their momma. And the expression on Jack's face when he walked into the house and took off his hat, like the second night in the tent, and sat beside him. This time he looked him in the eye.
"Guess we can take a shot at this sweet life, rodeo."Jack didn't say anything for what felt like forever. Ennis swallowed, hoping it wasn't too late, that there wasn't anyone else, that...his train of through was cut off by the weight of grown man atop him, smiling down at him like the devil himself, then devouring his lips like there was no tomorrow.
But there would be a tomorrow and plenty more after.
"We should celebrate, Ennis! Ya got white wine?"Ennis knew Lureen was the cause behind Jack's finer tastes but they didn't mention Lureen or Alma or the tire irons or the rest of the world that night.
"In the cupboard, very top. Try some. Lemme know if it's any good."
"Goddamn, this ain't wine - it's vinegar, you sunavabitch!"**
"Ennis? Ennis?"
Ennis coughed, looking up from his whiskey and the fire and his thoughts. Jack looked worried but there it was, that small upturned curve to his lips and the glow of those blue eyes that looked at Ennis like he was made of gold.
"Yeah, whut?"
"Ye had me scared for a bit, bud," Jack joined him by the fire, smile growing wider as Ennis' arms wrapped around his waist and pulled me close. "Watcha thinkin'?"
"Just 'bout the past. And all that time we wasted."
"Hush. What's done is done. What's important is us, right here, right now."
"Aren't ya the romantic?"
"Damn straight."
Ennis sighed heavily, shaking his head.
"What now?" Jack frowned but the twinkle in his said otherwise.
"We're missin' somethin'."
"And what's that?"
"White wine."
"Fuck you."
"Love you too, bud."
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Okay, so way over 100 words but c'est la vie.
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