Saturday Night--1984
"Well, I've always thought the law was meant to be interpreted in a lenient manner. Sometimes I lean one way and sometimes I lean the other." - Hud
“Oh, come on Lainy. Quit being a pain in the ass, you can pass for twenty-one.” Jack Anderson was leaning against the door of his pickup truck, trying to get his seventeen year old girlfriend to get out of the cab. “Margie’s game.”
“Margie’s always game and she ain’t the one who got grounded last time.” The brunette tossed her head full of curls and pressed the heel of her booted foot down on the door’s lock. “I ain’t goin’ in there, Jack.”
Jack tipped his hat back, the brim still managing to cast a shadow over his eyes but not his country boy smile. “Come on, baby…for me?”
“No.”
“Elaina…we just want to go dancing. You, me…a little two-step, cheek to cheek…you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.”
“No.”
“Baby, come on. Wes and I came all the way home this weekend to be with you girls-“
“You came down here to be with the girl. I’m just here because Mama’d have a fit.” The deep voice of her older brother chimed in, followed by a bit of a chuckle.
“Wes, I will kick your faggot ass. Get your sister out of my truck.”
“Well, when you talk so sweet to me…Laine, get the hell out of the damned truck before I jimmy the door and hurt you.” He hugged Margene around the shoulders before adding, “I’ll tell blondie what I caught you doing last night.”
“Wesley!”
“Sorry, baby girl. You’re ruining my fun time. Get your ass out here.”
Margene was all Cheshire grin as Laine slid across the seat and out the door into Jack’s arms. “Blondie still wants to know what you caught her doing.”
“Fuck off, Margie.” Gravel crunched under boot heels as Laine pushed away from her boyfriend and stormed towards the bar that had been the object of so much debate.
“Wooo-Eeeee. She’s got a mouth on her, Jack.”
“It’s what I love about her.”
“That’s my sister you’re talking about, Anderson.”
“Dammit. I left my cigarettes in the truck. I’m goin’ back for them.”
“No, you ain’t, baby. Seventeen’s under the legal age to-OW!”
“I said I’m goin’ back to get my cigarettes.” Laine’s clenched fist made it understood that Jack would be getting another slug to the arm if he didn’t move out of her way.
“Oh, come on Lainy. Quit being a pain in the ass, you can pass for twenty-one.” Jack Anderson was leaning against the door of his pickup truck, trying to get his seventeen year old girlfriend to get out of the cab. “Margie’s game.”
“Margie’s always game and she ain’t the one who got grounded last time.” The brunette tossed her head full of curls and pressed the heel of her booted foot down on the door’s lock. “I ain’t goin’ in there, Jack.”
Jack tipped his hat back, the brim still managing to cast a shadow over his eyes but not his country boy smile. “Come on, baby…for me?”
“No.”
“Elaina…we just want to go dancing. You, me…a little two-step, cheek to cheek…you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.”
“No.”
“Baby, come on. Wes and I came all the way home this weekend to be with you girls-“
“You came down here to be with the girl. I’m just here because Mama’d have a fit.” The deep voice of her older brother chimed in, followed by a bit of a chuckle.
“Wes, I will kick your faggot ass. Get your sister out of my truck.”
“Well, when you talk so sweet to me…Laine, get the hell out of the damned truck before I jimmy the door and hurt you.” He hugged Margene around the shoulders before adding, “I’ll tell blondie what I caught you doing last night.”
“Wesley!”
“Sorry, baby girl. You’re ruining my fun time. Get your ass out here.”
Margene was all Cheshire grin as Laine slid across the seat and out the door into Jack’s arms. “Blondie still wants to know what you caught her doing.”
“Fuck off, Margie.” Gravel crunched under boot heels as Laine pushed away from her boyfriend and stormed towards the bar that had been the object of so much debate.
“Wooo-Eeeee. She’s got a mouth on her, Jack.”
“It’s what I love about her.”
“That’s my sister you’re talking about, Anderson.”
“Dammit. I left my cigarettes in the truck. I’m goin’ back for them.”
“No, you ain’t, baby. Seventeen’s under the legal age to-OW!”
“I said I’m goin’ back to get my cigarettes.” Laine’s clenched fist made it understood that Jack would be getting another slug to the arm if he didn’t move out of her way.