Erin Stimmler, Week five, Mini Narative

I’ve Bought Better
By Erin Stimmler
I look from one officer to the next and back to the bleeding man sitting on the chair, napkins covering his nose and ice on top of that. "Although I wouldn’t say that we are dressed conservatively, I would say that this is certainly tasteful. And even though we are probably overdressed for a plain old Friday night and a stop at the hotel bar, I wouldn’t say that we were in any way making our self’s easy targets either. I mean there is just the two of us and we were for sure behaving ourselves and not even encouraging anything, like maybe we had done the other night, certainly not with this crowd. I mean you could ask the bar tender, she has seen us the two nights previous and she knows exactly what we are about. Anyway I think that there was little to no reason for the way he felt he needed to treat us, and I already told you that I have a bad temper, which I think given the circumstances I handled very nicely."
"So are you saying ma’am that this is some sort of harassment thing?" The smallish officer has his pen and pad out and was jotting down notes from what I had just told him. He has kept his hat on and I am still so hot and bothered that all I want to do is flick it off with my thumb and fore finger and shout in his face, Listen officer, if you had to deal with dumb fuckers similar to that asshole sitting there I think that you might have somewhat of a similar reaction! But I don’t because I am gaining back the patience that I knew was in there somewhere and all I do is let rip a huge sigh.
"Yes officer if you are asking whether I felt provoked in any way shape or form, you are correct, I was provoked verbally and defended myself. Its true, I felt threatened and defended myself. Do you really feel like I could be of any REAL danger to that man, I mean he must be a whole five inches taller and I’m in a dress and heels." I roll my eyes and try to continue my explanation while listening to my friend start her explanation next to me. "I really don’t know what the big deal is, he deserved it and im just a little girly right, or I think in that mans opinion a slut. Because apparently, and I quote he has," and I do air quotations with both of my hands, " ‘Paid for better than that’, no joke." It sounds a little more silly the more I say it and think to myself that maybe I did fly off the handle a little, but damn I would have paid to have been the person on the side lines watching.
The whole scenario; we were getting back from an hour of cruising the town, and not really deciding where to go we decided on going back to the hotel, changing and hit up the pool tables and bar downstairs. That’s where the story really starts, walking from the car to the elevator, and there is an entire group of three hundred pounds plus, six foot or more football coaches and there little nimrods all hanging out by the three elevator panel. We hit it just right and don’t even have to stop and wait for an elevator, but they just couldn’t help their drunk self’s. There is a bunch of snickering and laughter and a few extra comments but then I hear real clear, "I’ve bought better"and a little comment towards the tall one. Before I could stop myself my hand slams on the closing door, causing it to slide back open again and stop upward descent. There is probably about six steps to the man, but I covered it in three leaping steps and grab him by the front of the shirt.
"A feisty one this girly." He sneers, I can still smell the alcohol on his breath and that’s what pushed me further I think. "She’s going to get angry right now boys watch this." He leans forward a little and I immediately let go of the shirt. That may have been when I took a small step backward and proceeded to throw my closed fist as hard as I could at the middle of his face, and with what I would call great precision hit him square in the nose. I guess this would be a good time to say that my friend and I are not what you would call "Girly Girls", it true we do lots of hard work and growing up with a bunch of boys might not have helped this dumb mans chances what-so-ever. Blood began to spill from his already obnoxious nose and all of his friends jeered a little. A few people from the hotel staff and some of this good gentleman’s (and I say that extremely sarcastically) friends tried to create a little bit of a cushion between my unruly self and the rest of the drunk men. Lets just say that’s how I wound up here with a couple police officers and my poor friend, who I am sure just wants to go to sleep, in the lobby still making an even bigger scene.
Now I am slightly embarrassed, however extremely satisfied, and my hand throbs every time I breath. I am now thinking of ways to rectify the situation, and by any means necessary make these cops leave.
"Look," I start in somewhat of a nasty tone so I take a breath and try to restart my backtrack, "if just want me to apologize I freakin’ will, but I don’t think all this is absolutely necessary, do you?" and with all that is left in me I give the police officer my sweetest grin. I can tell that he doesn’t really give either way you look at it, and really wants to get out of here, he looks at his partner who is still getting the whole story from my friend and they share a little friendly stare. And I can’t tell why but the whole world is beginning to feel a little shaky. A hand is firmly grasping my shoulder and carefully shaking. The throbbing in my hand is resembling the same feeling that you get when your hand falls asleep and when I look down to see what is going on I realize something very strange. Somehow I’ve ended up laying down in a bed, its dark outside and inside this room. Prying my eyes open is turning into an even bigger task than I could ever have imagined, and without so much as a second thought I allow darkness to drift over my being once again and the lobby again floods with light.