Reece's Faith, Part 17
For Disclaimers please see Part 1
When the dancer and the actress entered the living room, they were pleased to see their women snickering and getting along. Reece was lounging back casually on the couch and Violet was sitting on the coffee table with her feet on the couch.
"What are you two conspiring about?" Cori sat down next to Violet and refilled their glasses.
"Legs here was giving me some pointers." The piercer wiggled an eyebrow. She grabbed Cori around the waist and leered. "C'mon hon, lets go try a few of those out."
"Whoa, thanks, Reece! Now I can close my eyes and make believe it's you."
"Ew. Go sit over there." Violet pouted and pointed to the recliner.
Cori sat back in the chair. "Are you sure, sweetie? I'm not wearing any underwear." The dancer pulled a Sharon Stone maneuver for Violet's benefit.
Beer almost shot out of Reece's nose.
"Oh, Faith, it looks like we have some catching up to do. Gimme that bottle."
"I'm good, but I think my woman's had enough." The actress watched as the club owner tried to place the empty bottle on a coaster.
"Aww, just one more?" The tall woman leaned over and licked Faith's ear.
"So, you guys, you gotta hear this. Reece was telling me about that new bartender.. she's a pip!"
"The bartender or Reece?" Faith laughed and handed over another beer.
"Thanks babe." Reece smiled. "I was telling her what happened the other night with Chris." she snickered.
"Well, I must have missed that one, boss, you mind repeating it?" Cori saw Faith's expression turn sour, and raised an eyebrow.
"Sure, well, there's this new dancer, Susan, and she's kinda shy..." Reece took a swallow of beer.
"If it's so funny, how come you didn't tell me?" Faith asked accusingly.
"I must have been preoccupied." she grinned at her lover. "So Chris got this idea..."
"Chris? You're good friends now?" Faith interjected.
Cori cringed at her friend's attitude.
"What? No, she just prefers to be called Chris. So anyway, she thought that if she gave Susan a drink or two to loosen her up, she'd feel better." The club owner stopped to snicker and drink some more beer.
Cori watched in confusion as Faith became increasingly agitated.
"But you don't serve alcohol." The actress pointed out.
"That's what makes it so funny! So after the third so-called drink, this girl gets up on the bar and starts stripping! Naked!" Reece was hysterical. "Chris tried to get her down and Susan climbed on her shoulders and started yelling, 'Giddyup horsey!'" She stuttered a bit before adding, "Facing backwards!"
Both Reece and Violet were in tears with laughter. Faith grinned a little trying to imagine Christina's embarrassment. But it did little to stop the jealousy.
"Honey left the stage in tears 'cuz all the guys ran to the bar!" The tall woman continued to laugh. "How would she know that the girl couldn't hold her liquor?" She roared.
"Liquor? I don't even know her!" Violet laughed hysterically.
"Ok you two, that's it, you're cut off." Faith took away their drinks.
Cori got up and rubbed Faith's shoulder. "Hey, what's the big deal? They're having fun. Besides, they'll be punished for it tomorrow."
"Well, I guess you had to be there." Reece snorted.
"Did you have fun peeling Susan off of Chris." the actress asked.
"Hey, what's her problem?" Violet pointed her thumb at Faith, then became intrigued with the digit, examining it intently.
"Maybe you're right, Faith." The dancer turned to her girlfriend. "No more drinks for you, babe."
"I don't have a problem. Should I, Reece?" Faith asked defensively.
"Faith?" The club owner was confused. "Why are you acting like this?" The smile faded from her face.
Cori started to panic. Reece was a fun drunk, unless someone pissed her off. Then she was a raging drunk, which was a very frightening thought.
"Acting like what? I asked a simple question, that's all."
"Why are you so bothered by the bartender? She's a good worker and she's perfectly harmless." Reece defended Christina.
"How would you know she's harmless? Have you tested that theory?"
"What's going on, Faith?" Reece sat up straight and cocked her head.
"Nothing, I was hoping you'd answer that same question." She said with anger.
"Um, Faith, why don't you let it go for now, huh?" Cori tried to end this argument before some regretful things were said, but nobody paid her any mind.
"Are you still stuck on thinking that me and the bartender are having a thing?"
"You said it, I didn't."
"You're talking crazy. Why would I want her if I have you?" Reece was serious.
"I don't know. Maybe because you can?"
Reece stood up and shook her head in disbelief. She could feel the familiar rage bubbling up, her fingers tightened around the bottle. Is she fucking insane?! She swallowed hard, trying to force the reflexive aggression that Faith's accusation triggered.
"Well Reece? Don't you even have some sort of an answer?"
The club owner looked to Cori, and shook her head. Please Cori, make her go away. Somewhere amidst the alcohol and the anger was the knowledge that this is Faith. This is the woman I love. Try as she might, she couldn't help the rage from surfacing. The woman I love..and after all I gave her? This is what she does? The adrenaline pumping out of control through Reece's body suddenly wasn't as welcome a feeling as it used to be. The need to lash out wasn't thrilling her as it should. In fact, it was scaring her. Reece realized the violent outburst was imminent and it began made her feel sick.
"Faith, hon, let it go." Cori slid her arm around her friend and glared at her, begging her to stop. The look in her friend's eye frightened her. The dancer could see Reece at war with herself, and as much as she'd been intrigued about "The Animal", now was not the time to meet her. The dancer was afraid for her friends.
"Well, I guess her silence is all I need to know."
"I thought you knew me." The club owner hissed through gritted teeth. "I thought you noticed that I changed," she threw the beer bottle against the wall. "You know what? Fuck you, Faith! I don't need this crap!" The angry club owner swiped the bottle of wine off the table and stomped out of the house.
Cori and Faith cringed in preparation for the slam and were surprised when Reece didn't even bother closing the door at all.
Reece stormed out of the house and jumped on her Harley. She had no idea where she was going at first, but her bike must have because she turned onto the highway and headed out of the city.
Faith just sat there staring at the beer as it dribbled down the wall. Cori felt bad for her friend, but couldn't understand why she had acted as she did. She knew Reece would flip out. She knew the tall woman had no patience for confrontation. Especially drunk. She also knew that Faith was aware of these things. It was like she wanted this fight to happen. Didn't she just say how much she trusted Reece in the kitchen?
Violet went over to the actress and squatted down in front of her, lifting her chin to face her.
"Wanna tell me what that was all about?" The piercer asked harshly.
Faith shook her head and fought back tears.
"Vi?" Cori wanted to know why her girlfriend was being so hard.
"No, wait, Cor, hear me out. Do you know what we were talking about in here first, Faith?"
"You're going to tell me anyway aren't you?" The actress sighed in defeat, looking to the ceiling to staunch the flow of tears.
"I thanked Reece for introducing me to Cori. I told her how much Cori means to me, and how much better my life is because she's in it. Look at me, Faith."
Faith looked into Violet's eyes and saw sincerity.
"Do you see the truth in there?" When the actress nodded she continued. "Reece told me the same about you. She told me how much you mean to her. She told me how she trusts that you will always be there, and how hard it must be for you to put up with the likes of her. And how scary it was to let go of her demons."
"Oh no.." Faith sobbed.
"She told me how unreasonable and stubborn she is, what a hardass she can be, and still, through it all, you never give up." Violet wiped Faith's face with her sleeve and smiled.
"But the best part is, that hardass, stubborn, unreasonable woman told me that she'd die without you. Now, you wanna tell me what that was all about?"
Faith cried her heart out. Cori cried with her. Never did she think that Reece would spill her guts like that to any one. She was proud of her girlfriend for getting Reece to open up like she did. Jesus, just add alcohol...
"I'm such an asshole. I probably just blew everything!" The actress wept loudly in the arms of her two friends.
"No, I think you can fix it. But you'll have to let her cool off."
"I don't think she'll ever forgive me! I love her so much! What the hell is wrong with me?"
"No, she will forgive you, she's just hurting right now. After how she put you on that pedestal, she has to be smarting pretty bad. Just give her time."
"Oh god, I really hurt her!" Faith panicked.
"Shh, babe, it happens, it's normal." Cori comforted her friend.
"Normal? You're talking about Reece.. " The actress sniffed.
"You'd be surprised at how deep her feelings go for you, Faith."
"But she's really upset! She does irrational things..."
Everyone looked at each other, unable to argue with that statement. "She's going to take it out on someone, somehow..."
"Oh no... Christina!" Cori and Violet spoke in unison.
Reece downed the last of the wine and threw the empty bottle, the crash barely satisfying her. "And to top it off... she accuses me of fucking the bartender!" She threw her helmet in anger, watching it smack into the neighboring marble cross.
The tall woman had been there nearly half an hour, pacing, ranting and raving about what happened since the last time she was here.
"I have never felt like this in my whole goddamned miserable life! I feel like a piece of my chest was ripped out.. like my heart hurts!" She punched herself in the chest as she spoke.
She walked in circles for several minutes, winding down. Once the rage had silenced, Reece could hear his voice in her head.
"Siddown or I'm gonna hog tie ya to that ugly freakin' cross over there!"
"Sorry, Uncle Frankie," her words slurred slightly as she relaxed. Feeling the need to be closer, she squatted over his grave.
"You know, there's plenty of people who'd kill you to have me in this position. That's if you weren't already dead, you asshole. I miss the shit out of you."
"Ay, such an ugly mouth on such a pretty face!"
The club owner smiled briefly and began to feel very drained. She turned around, leaned her back on the stone, and slid down.
"I know she's just being jealous. I know what jealousy can do. So why did I react the way I did?"
She stretched her legs and pressed her cheek against the cool marble.
"I love her, Frankie, I really do. I'm not afraid of it anymore. I trust her... more than anyone in this world. How come she can't trust me?" She closed her eyes and pictured Faith's face. "I gave her everything. I may not know how to tell her how much she means to me, but I sure can show it." She grinned with the memory of hours before and how she had demonstrated her love.
"And I can honestly say she loves me just as much."
The tall woman looked sadly off in the distance.
"I'm no angel, I know why she said those things. So why did I react like that? Jealousy isn't new to me. What is wrong with me? And why haven't I fired that bartender yet if she's making so much trouble with my woman?" She scowled and made a mental note to do just that when she got home.
"I just don't know how to do this. Where did I fuck up?" She yawned, blowing warm breath across Frankie's name, fogging up the stone.
"Heh, sorry 'bout that, I had a bit to drink."
She winced after admitting that to him, hearing him in her head loud and clear.
"You stupid son of a chooch! You wanna get yourself killed?"
Reece dropped her head down to her chest like a chastised child.
"You drive that freakin' thing drunk? After you tell me how much you have to live for? Go somewhere and sleep it off, then go home and tell Faith how much you love her."
"Yes sir." She saluted, then whispered, "I miss you, Uncle Frankie."
"Me too, Animal."
The three women ran into the Lounge fully expecting a riot of some sort, but there was nothing.
"Sarge? Is the boss here?" Cori asked, her eyes scanning the place.
"No, did you lose her or something?"
"Sort of. Where's Christina?" Faith asked expectantly.
Sam shrugged. "Beats me. She's not working today. She lost too? Maybe they're in the same place."
"I sure as hell hope not." Violet said with a glance towards Faith.
"I'll be right back." The actress started towards Reece's office.
"Faith, what are you doing?" Cori caught up to her and grabbed her by the arm.
"I'm going to leave a note in her office. I have to apologize."
Cori didn't buy that story; the look on her friend's face clearly indicated she was going in there to snoop.
"Faith, this is ridiculous. Reece would never fuck around on you. Especially with someone here! What has gotten into you? If she finds out you went through her things, she'll be even more angry. Think about that." Cori let go of Faith's arm and let her go on.
"She's going to take inventory, ain't she?" Violet asked Cori.
"Unfortunately. I wish I knew why this was upsetting her to this degree. Jealousy is one thing, but Faith is really gone."
"Love does some strange things, Cori."
"That it does. Let's go get a drink and wait for her."
Faith put the key in the door and felt guilty the moment she stepped inside the dark room. It smelled like Reece--leather and cologne. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. After shutting the door, she glanced around the room. Everything looked normal. What was I expecting to find anyway? Panties hanging from the lights? She looked at the lights reflexively. Stop that, this is wrong. Cori is right, Reece would never do that. Grow the fuck up and stop the bullshit.
The actress locked the door behind her after one final inhale of Reece. She found her two friends seated at the stage waving money as a new girl danced. She chuckled when the dancer put her thong on Cori's head.
"Hey, who is that? She's good!" Faith shouted over the music.
"Susan." Cori yelled back and placed the dollar in the naked girl's garter.
"Doesn't seem that shy to me."
"Thank god, where's the fun in that?" Violet laughed.
Cori gave Faith a questioning look and was answered with a reassuring smile.
"You did the right thing, babe. I'm proud of you."
"Thanks. But it wasn't easy."
Reece felt something hit her foot and jumped up, ready to strike. She immediately regretted that as every muscle protested the abrupt movement.
"Did you hear me? Get the hell out of here before I call the cops!"
The club owner focused her bloodshot eyes on the security guard holding a blackjack over his head.
"Oh please, you can put that thing down now." Reece twisted her neck every which way until it popped loudly.
"Go on, get moving. I know all about you cemetery sickos..."
He was cut off along with his air supply as Reece lifted him off the ground by his throat.
"You know, I could have shoved that stick so far up your ass by now if I felt so inclined. But as luck would have it, I'm in no mood to hear you scream."
The guard fell to the dirt and rubbed his neck. He watched the tall woman as she brushed off her butt and shook the stiffness out of her arms.
"God, I can't believe I fell asleep." she mumbled as she reached for her helmet. She frowned when she noticed the dent and shook her finger accusingly at the cross.
"You know, you're a real nut, lady..."
The club owner slapped her hand over the guard's mouth and glared at him.
"Don't you know when to shut up?"
The man mumbled behind her hand.
"Please, I beg of you, don't make me hurt you. I have a screaming hangover." She released the man, who stepped back a few feet watching as this crazy person twisted her back until that too popped.
"What the hell are you doing here at this time of the morning?" the guard asked from a safe distance.
Reece shrugged. "I guess I didn't want to sleep alone." she said as she walked away.
Oh shit, do I hurt! The club owner winced as she straddled the bike. Ok, here goes nothing... She gritted her teeth and brought the beast to life. She felt as if every single internal organ was being jostled as the machine sputtered, rumbled and roared.
"Oh god.." she moaned as the sound echoed inside her helmet. "I know this is your doing, Frankie, thanks a lot."
"No problem chooch. You earned it."
"You I can talk to. Now, how do I explain myself to Faith?" she wondered as she drove off.
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