Amethyst (Part 2)

Part 1:

I rub my hands together like a lion licks its tongue when the prey is in sight and down those shots like a walk through the children’s playground. The other attendees look at me in amazement. I must look like Superman in their eyes. Either that or they must think my whole family died in a third world crisis or something. Like before, there’s a little heat in the chest. It lingers a little longer meaning that’s a good sign and then settles.

I wait another five to ten minutes when the bartender comes up to me and asks if I want more shots. I say no because I’m not getting shitfaced off the fifteen shots I just drank in the course of twenty minutes. What the fuck is going on? I’m usually halfway to death’s door by now, but I’m sober than a straight-laced Catholic. Fifteen shots. Jesus, I should be dead in a fucking ditch. I tell the bartender to charge me and end the tab. The door opens and I see a sweet piece of tail grace the place with her presence. He’s about to give me my card until I tell him to keep it running while I go and woo the new girl.

“Hey,” I call over to her and she gives me a quizzical look, “I’m sorry to bother you. Well, I’m sure every guy says that. Anyway, welcome to the Drunken Chamber. Pardon me if I don’t give my name, but I’d like to meet your acquaintance if you’ll allow me to.”

It’s not my best line, but it’s led me to more than my fair share of one night stands. It’s not that girls are bitchy and whatever nonsense these guys say, they just have no game.

“I don’t usually talk to guys who hit on me as soon as I walk in the bar, but. . .” She notices the Amethyst chain I’m rocking. Guess this is a lucky charm, “I’ll make an exception.”

“You’ll find you’ve made a wise choice indeed,” I put on my best sixteenth-century courtier impression, “I have a seat reserved just for you.” I place a gentle hand on the small of her back and guide her graciously to the bar stool. I turn to the bartender, “whatever she wants, put it on my tab.”

“Quite the gentleman,” She eyes my Amethyst chain like I don’t notice. I guess this thing is working for me, “That’s a very interesting Amethyst chain you have,” She inquires, “may I ask where you got it?”

“Believe it or not,” I lean over and begin explaining, “I found this in my room, on my bed after I got out the shower. I don’t know where it came from, but I decided to give it a spin and see what happens tonight. And apparently good things, meeting your acquaintance and all.”

A seat opens up and I take it right away, I lean my left elbow on the table and rest my head on my hands. She looks at me with a seductive but examining eye, like she wants to know more about the chain. I don’t mind, whatever floats her boat so she floats mine later tonight.

“Did you know that Amethyst comes from the Greek meaning “without drunkenness?” She asks inquisitively, “for one to wear Amethyst to a bar of all places is quite contradictory, wouldn’t you say?”

“Had I known that,” I reply calmly even though I feel put off by it, “I wouldn’t have worn it.”

“Tell me,” She says with a sexy yet questioning look. It turns me on, but it puts me on guard at the same time, “how many shots have you had tonight?”

“Around fifteen,” I reply, not sure why it matters but she asked and I’m here to please . . . in more ways than one. “What of it?”

Then something strange happens, her eyes start to shine a luminous purple. The next thing I know, the stone around my neck starts to shine too. I look at the stone and then at her a number of times to make sure I’m not hallucinating. No one around us seems to notice, it’s like we’re the only ones in the room.

“Do you know who that stone belongs to?”

“I guess I’m looking at her,” I reply, slightly nervous. “If it’s yours though,” I look around to see if anyone is seeing what I’m seeing right now, “How’d it end up in my room?”

“So, you don’t remember me?” She points her index finger to the stone and raises it. The stone levitates from around my neck and lands in her hand. “Think hard, “Courtier of the Drunken Chamber,” isn’t that what you called yourself that night?”

“Wait a minute,” Suddenly, I start feeling woozy. The heat in my chest rises and sweat pours from my body. I fall face flat on the table, breathing heavily. Everything blurs and my arm deactivates on me. I think that chain has something to do with it. Now I see why she was interested in it.

“I’ll give you a hint, Courtier,” She says slyly holding up the stone, “Now, what is my name?”


The whole left side of my body gives way as I fall to the floor. Reservoirs of sweat pour out of me like I’m frying in the deepest parts of hell and Satan thinks it’s an excellent idea to put me in his hottest sauna. I’m laying on my back as she starts walking out the bar elegantly, twirling the stone by the chain it’s attached to. One word comes to my mind as everything turns black and I pass out.

Amethyst . . .

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