Scholars and Rogues fiction: That Night by Mark Sumioka
It had been a torrential night. The drinking had gotten out of hand to where our buzzes were delightful and we talked over nonsensical matters with luster and humor. But there was that chemistry of ours, the one that changed when we drank together. And it spun out of control that night.
Gale found a button to push, and exploited it. I argued over it with flaring pride. She egged me on, needling me – even physically with her fingernail – until we burst and our fight was intense, though never loud. And she persisted like no other woman I’d ever known; she knew how to lead me to the gaping trap where I would fall into the hole in the ground and sting with assaulted pride. She knew me well. Then I grabbed her forearm and held it tightly. I could feel my fingers pressing so that the bruises…
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