part two of a random story...

Part Two of the Story:


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“What are you guys smiling about?” Katie asked.
“You coming out with us this weekend…(long pause as her friend Amanda scans the table making eye contact with each individual at the table, as if making sure everyone was ready for the announcement she was about to make)…we got you tickets to Braves game!”
(Amanda pushes a plain white envelope decorated with “BFF” and drawings of flowers hastily done seemingly with a dry erase marker..)
“Why two tickets”, Katie asks, “aren’t you guys coming with me?”
“Oh, you know I hate going to baseball games, they last forever, but Sara here is going with you. We’ve got it all planned out; You and Sara head to the game and have fun checking out all the rich baseball players in their tight pants…Melissa and I have to work the morning shift, so we’ll need time to get ready…cause we are going for a night on the town in downtown Atlanta!” Amanda said all in one breathe.
Sara takes over while Amanda catches her breathe, “Jenn and Amanda will meet us at the hotel after the game. We already booked two rooms. That way after the game we can use the hotel room to drop off all our stuff and get ready to go out. What do you think, Katie?”
“I don’t know”, Katie said hesitantly, “you guys know I don’t like going to the bars down here…it’s the same ol’ Army crowd with a bunch of soldiers just looking to score”
“Come on”, Melissa pressed, “you never come out with us and your taking off back to Cali soon. One last night with the girls before you go! Please!?!?!”
(Katie lets out a long sigh, un able to hold the smile back) “Okay, it’ll be great” Katie said with anticipation.
“Who knows”, Sara sarcastically says, “maybe you’ll meet someone who catches your eye?!?!?”
Laughing Katie says, “Well, remember the last time we met some “nice” guys…” (flash back to a bar with several drunken frat boys being loud and inappropriate)
(the table erupts in laughter and stories of old…)
About two miles down the road a young 2LT by the name of Benjamin Paine is just returning from five days out Forward Operating Base (FOB) Voyager