Grape Soda

Shit. I lost bad, how stupid was I? $500 down the drain. I quickly dial his number. Anxiously twisting the phone cord, he picks up. “Hey, tonight didn’t go as planned.” I wait for him to respond. “You didn’t lose, did you? How much did you bet?” he replies. ”$500, it all went to that David guy.” Roy groans.“Look I got work tomorrow, we’ll talk about it then.” I hang up. I open my fridge. “God, it stinks.” I grab a grape soda. The soda fizzles on the top. Three sips, always take three sips the first time. Who knew reclining on the couch could be this depressing? The perfume is still fresh on my collar from earlier today. Kelli wouldn’t be back until two weeks. I didn’t think it would be lonely without her, her romantic all too cliche music, the way she softly places the skillet on top, her two inch heels clacking around the apartment. The $500 I borrowed from Roy, when I won I was gonna pay him back what I owe, I was supposed to make triple of what I borrowed. Roy let me off the hook the other times I borrowed and couldn’t pay him back. He’s job is some therapist or so he tells me. I take two long sips and burp. I haven’t had the best of luck lately, it sucks when you only make a few bucks an hour. “What the hell!” I scream in frustration as loud as I can. “I can’t believe I lost.” I finish the rest of my grape soda.