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In For A Penny, In For A Pound
By Lynx
Penny sat on the couch in her family's living room and, even though she was eighteen, she was crying her eyes out wishing her poppa would come home. The judge sentenced him to two decades behind bars for armed robbery while his partner-in-crime just got away with trespassing. Her mother started drinking the second they got back from court and now she was asleep in the room she shared with Penny's father. Used to share. Penny felt tears drip down her fae thinking about how long twenty years really was. She would be thirty eight when he got out.
There was a loud knock at the door and for a second, she thought maybe it was her poppa. Maybe there was some mistake, or the lawyer came up with some last-minute plea deal? She imagined her poppa standing there with a big grin on his face and a big hug waiting. Instead, she opened the door and saw his three drinking buddies standing there.
It was late so she was only wearing the powder blue mini shorts she wore around the house and an old, thin, pink t-shirt that showed her nipples. Her poppa always said the getup made her look like a piece of cotton candy but she liked how it looked in the mirror. Her light blonde hair was a tussled-up mess and she washed off any make up she was wearing a long time ago because it kept smearing from her crying. Outside the door, Wade, Rusty, and Gus were all crowded on the porch with sad faces on. Wade was carrying a big bottle of vodka.
Wade was wearing a ten-gallon hat that made him look like an old cowboy and had a beard that reminded her of the lumberjacks in movies. Gus stood next to him with a six pack of beers under his arm. He was a skinny guy with track marks in his arms and knubby teeth that looked like corn kernels. Gus always looked twitchy, but he seemed nice enough when he was sober. Then there was Rusty. Penny clenched both her fists when she saw he had the nerve to show up. Rusty was a balding con artist with bad breath and a beer belly. Of course, he brought his famous homemade moonshine. Rusty was always bragging about his get rich quick scheme. Most of them sounded made up but her poppa believed every word he said and he was the first in line whenever Rusty needed an accomplice.
"How are you holding up, darling?" Wade asked, taking off his cowboy hat as he stepped right past her into the cramped living room. "Are you doing okay?"
"I...Okay...I mean...I guess."
Wade nodded his head. He could see the tears still wet on her face. "Yeah."
Gus and Rusty followed him inside. Gus shut the door behind him. Her father loved having people over and his drinking buddies were around every weekend. They played cards, did drugs, listened to loud music, watched sports, talked about women, got in fights, and sometimes got in trouble. Rusty was always trying to get someone to join him in his get rich quick schemes. Her momma had a rule that Penny had to go upstairs to her room once they started drinking heavy but even up there, she could still hear them cussing and laughing and shouting and breaking things.
"How is your momma holding up?" Gus asked. He put his six pack down on the floor. "She upstairs?"
"She's..."
"Passed out drunk, right?" Wade asked, shaking his head. "Go check on her Gus. Make sure she doesn't choke on her vomit."
Gus nodded. "Yeah, let me go do that."
Gus raced out of the living room without another word and, next thing she knew, Penny heard him bouncing up the stairs. Rusty sat in poppa's lounge chair, even though he usually sat at the other end of the couch. Now, he put his feet up, sighed, and opened a mason jar of moonshine he brought along with him. He smacked his lips, reached for the remote, and turned on the TV. Penny almost wanted to shout at him to get out of her poppa's chair but what good would that do? Besides, even though she was eighteen, it wasn't like she paid rent. She didn't know how they were going to pay rent now that poppa was in jail.
Wade sat on the sofa. "Don't just stand there. Take a load off."
She sat next to Wade, and he set his ten-gallon hat on the couch arm. He had always been nice to her, even when he got drunk with her poppa and they ran into each other in the hallways. She didn't know much about him, except her poppa said he had a good poker face.
"Tough night," he said.
"One thing's for sure," Rusty added, taking another big sip of moonshine. "His lawyer didn't know what the fuck she was doing. My guy got me community service for trespassing. And it was my idea!"
Rusty laughed and Penny stared at him with hate in her eyes. Not that he was paying any attention. He found the sports channel and didn't pay them any mind. Her face was burning, and more tears were welling up in her eyes. Wade sighed, reached out, and touched her thigh. It surprised her and she almost flinched. His heavy hand was really big and warm. She wanted to move it but she figured he was just trying to comfort her.
"Ease up, Rusty. Don't spike the football at a funeral." Wade didn't move his hand from her thigh but gave her the vodka bottle with his other hand. "Why don't you take a sip? Liquor makes nights like tonight a lot easier."
"Oh, um, I'm not..."
"Better listen to him, short stack." Rusty sipped his moonshine. "Wade knows his stuff."
Penny hesitated. Sure, she had had a few sips of beer at house parties before but never hard liquor. Wade gave her this nod, like he was saying "go on" and Rusty was looking at her out of the corner of her eye. If she wasn't so upset about her poppa being locked up, she probably would have said "no thanks" but instead she twisted off the cap and drank straight from the bottle's neck. She drank way too much of it. The fiery water burned going down her throat and landed like a bomb in her belly. Penny almost coughed up half a lung while Wade smiled and patted her on the back. He took the bottle back before she could drop it. Rusty smirked and turned the volume up on the TV.
