If 750 word stories aren't your thing, move on, because this vignette is exactly 750 words after the bar.. It's just a tide-you-over story until my next long story, "D.R.T.", is returned from the Beta Readers.
I peeked around the corner into the room. Sarah and Jeremy were talking with each other, a foot apart, deep in their intense, private, conversation. He was trying not to stare at her cleavage in the eponymous little black dress she was wearing, the diamond pendant I had given her for our anniversary making it hard as it caught the light of the room, reflecting it towards him, a shining beacon saying "Look at my tits! Look at my tits!", but only to one man, after sneaking off to the empty room fifteen minutes earlier.
Sipping my Jack and Coke, I moved back around the corner and went back to the party. I needed to give them enough space, before I discovered them.
Then I saw Loretta across the room. She was looking for Jeremy, but I couldn't let her interrupt them, not until I was ready. Reacting quickly, so as not to spoil my plan, I intercepted her.
"There you are! You need a refill... come on, lets get you something." I said, taking her elbow and gently leading her away, to the other end of the house.
"Rob, yeah, I'm a little thirsty. But I was looking for Jeremy. Do you know where he is?"
"I'm sure he'll turn up in a few minutes. But first, we need to get you that drink." I said, escorting the tall blonde towards the bar.
"Rob, I need to talk with Jeremy first. Do you know where he's at?" she said, stopping and pulling me to a halt.
Downing my Jack and Coke in one quick gulp, I dissembled. "Loretta, I'll help you find him after we get a drink Sarah's missing, too, so we'll look for both of them."
She acquiesced allowing me to lead her further from the pair. I knew I needed to give them more time. I caught Paul's his eye, as we passed, and he reached over for the camera bag as I hustled her to the bar.
For the first time I took in the sight of Loretta in her blue dress. I've heard that women either have a little red dress, a little black dress, or both to be their sexiest but Loretta wore a blue dress, matching her cornflower blue eyes, sleeveless, with a modest, but sexy, scalloped neckline, but a daring, bare to the top of her ass crack back that looked more suitable for a porn starlet than a 30 year old woman.
I was lost in her eyes, and hoped she would be able to accept what was about to happen with grace. I made small talk, constantly pulling her eyes back to me as I waited for the time to go back to that side bedroom for the denouement of this moment.
A lifetime. That's what Sarah had once promised me. I knew it was time..
