Good Wednesday, my peeps! You know what that means, right? That’s right. It’s Friday Fictioneers time. I had a whole ‘nother idea planned out for this picture but reality butted its head in and took over. So. No fiction this week (yeah, yeah, I know, I rarely do pure fiction). This happened last Saturday at work. Always thanks go to Rochelle for keeping us coming back week after week and to Fatima Fakier Deria for her photo.
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Party Too Hardy
Pat got louder and friendlier with each drink consumed. He paid for rounds and his circle got bigger. Nothing like free drinks to cement a friendship, eh? Just when things were getting a little too wild, the lights came on and the music was silenced. The circle broke up and they swayed their way to the stairway.
Resigned, Pat followed them, lost his footing on the third stair and tumbled down the remaining fifteen, landing head-first into the receptionist’s desk.
His blood was spattered everywhere. Despite his protests, we called the ambulance.
Some parties are harder to work than others.
Leaving the building…
*It turned out to be quite the scary thing. The guy went from arguing he was fine while letting my coworkers clean him up and wrap his head wound (myself running up and down the stairs getting ice and cold wet cloths), to vomiting, to losing consciousness. Keeping him awake by slapping his chest and calling out to him to stay with us made the less-than thirty-minute ordeal feel like hours. Hopefully, the first and last time I am witness to such.
A Dalectable Life 