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This story is an entry in the Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025.
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~ April Fools: The Karaoke Caper Duet ~
"Stay still now," Lucky whispered. He aimed the water balloon and took the shot.
The pigeon resting near the window looked at him unimpressed and flew away.
"Damn..." That's when Liam knew this day would not be in his favor.
It was April Fools, and everyone was avoiding Liam "Lucky" O'Malley like a plague. His phone had been silent since morning. No calls, no messages, not even the usual spam calls he enjoyed so much. Even his best friend and partner in crime, Patrick, was not responding to his calls today. Maybe adding a blue dye in his shampoo was not such a good idea after all.
His early morning attempt at weak humor of using a plastic spider had fallen miserably. She calmly picked the spider and delivered it straight to the dustbin. He tried to cheer himself with the thought that he had cured her spider phobia, but her cold stare broke that delusion. A squeaky pillow under his ireful landlord's bum was no better. His landlord did not even bother to acknowledge the sound as he started the news channel. Liam decided to leave it at that, rather than face his anger by talking about it.
By late afternoon, all his enthusiasm had gone out like a deflated balloon. He needed a distraction, something to take away his mind from the awful day and failed ideas. With no better option, he decided to head out for a drink. So, he found himself at "The Rusty Mug," a secluded dive bar down an alleyway. It was not his usual joint, but today he wanted to be away from known faces. He craved the anonymity of strangers and may be an unsuspecting patron to improve his day.
Liam slid onto a sticky bar stool. The bar was all country music stuff--old posters, cowboy hats, and dim lights. There was a little stage with a microphone, but nobody was singing. The place was mostly empty, just a few people talking quietly to themselves. It smelled like old beer and dust.
He felt like he was a protagonist in a sad song. The kind where everything goes wrong. He took a big sip of his cold beer. The amber color liquid did not improve his spirit though. Every sip felt like another sad note in his head. He did not want a reminder of how bad his day had been. His eyes started scanning for someone to talk to.
Then he spotted her. A dark-haired petite girl leaning over a glass of whiskey at the back of the bar. She was in a business suit, quite odd for a place like this. Her hunched shoulders and lifeless eyes suggested that she had entered here on the whim. She gave off an intense "leave me alone" vibe. Liam chuckled at the thought as he could visualize a force field around her that repelled everyone.
Liam was a prankster but a harmless one. Yes, he was looking for someone to play prank on, but what he hated most was sadness. He could never expect someone in his vicinity to be so down. He wanted to break through her isolation and chase away that sadness.
He finished his beer, and that brought a smile on his own face. Now he was ready. He slid off his stool and walked over to her. His mojo was off today, but that did not stop him, nor did he bother to plan the conversation in his head.
She looked like a spring coil, ready to snap at the first word. He could see the water droplets around her glass; she had not touched her whiskey for a while. While her eyes were trained at her glass, her gaze was unfocused, as if she were searching for answers to the questions no one asked.
"Hold on, kid." A rough growl stopped his advance. It was a bartender, a tall, rough man with a shade of white hair.
Liam gave him his usual disarming smile. "She looks sad; maybe I can cheer her up?"
The bartender laughed. "April Fools, eh? You are one of those pranksters?"
Liam nodded. "Yes, but not today. Everyone is avoiding me like I am contagious or something." He then looked at the woman, absorbed in looking at her drink. "Looks like she's having a tough time too."
"Yep. Been here for a while now." The bartender replied with a head shake. "Just stumbled here with sad eyes. Love trouble, I think."
Liam felt a recognition in his heart. People called him lucky, and while his luck worked in almost all his pranks, it did not work in his love life. He was a cheerleader. Girls dated him after their breakup to have a good time before moving on. He knew it and enjoyed his time with them, but it did not hurt any less when he started feeling something for them.
"Keep it down kid," the bartender warned. "If she so much as points a finger at you, I will throw you out. You hear me?"
Liam nodded at him and walked towards her. He slid onto the stool beside her.
"Hey, mind if I join you?" He asked with a nice smile.
"Suit yourself," she said bluntly without glancing up.
"So, what are you having? Looks pretty potent." He continued with his usual cheerful energy.
She finally looked at him with her tired, dark eyes. "Even a blind man can tell it's whiskey and it's none of your business if it's potent or not."
"Of course," he replied hastily. "I am just trying to break the ice. I am having a bad day myself; no one wants to talk to me today. You seem you could use a distraction yourself."
She sighed in frustration. "Just leave me alone, will you?"
Liam was not deterred. He grinned at her with his first genuine smile of the day. "How about this? I will try one terrible joke, guaranteed to make you smile."
She raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Get it over with."
"Okay," Liam leaned forward. "Why don't scientists trust atoms?"
She just looked at him expectantly.
"Because they constitute everything!" He concluded with a smug smile.
She didn't laugh, but a small smile played on her lips. "That's terrible," she said with some warmth.
"Terribly effective!" He had already achieved his goal to break her sad mood. "See? A little bit better already."
"Okay, okay, you win. One point for a terribly effective, terrible joke." She actually smiled this time.
"One point?" Liam replied in mock indignation. "Even Miss Hendricks would have given me five points for that, and it may be detention. So, are you new here? Never seen you in the class before."
She laughed. "I am a sales consultant. On a business trip here."
Liam nodded as if he understood, but his eyes wandered on her business suit and then around the country bar they were in. He had no clue, why a consultant would land here after her business meeting. "Oh, and how is that consulting thing going for you?"
She sighed again. "Business is fine. In fact, I finished early today, and thats how things got complicated."
"Distant relationship?" Liam inquired with a thoughtful gaze.
She looked surprised. "Is it that obvious?" she asked in a falling voice.
"Not to me," he confessed and looked at the bartender. "He clued me in before I threatened to throw me out if you did not like my presence."
She nodded at the bartender with a smile. She then shook her head and sighed once again. "He moved to this city a few months ago. I wanted to surprise him."
"And you were the one surprised?" He asked with a genuine care.
She took out her phone and flipped through some pictures to show him.
Liam glanced and saw a man and a woman in an intimate hug. They looked way too comfortable for it to be innocent.
