The Mistletoe Game

CHAPTER 5: Ellie

CHAPTER 5: Ellie

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Ellie finished her second drink. She wanted to leave but she refused to give Marc the satisfaction of seeing her walk out alone while he was surrounded by women. She’d wait for him to go to the bathroom and then she’d sneak out like the lonely, pathetic loser she was.

“Ladies and gentlemen. It’s time for La Petite Mort Club’s Mistletoe Game.” Desiree’s voice rang through the Club’s speaker system.

The crowd cheered and everyone either turned toward the stage or walked over to it.

Her eyes dropped to the green chip that sat on the bar next to her. She’d forgotten all about this stupid game. There was no way she was playing but it was the perfect time to make her way to the door. She grabbed her purse, threw some money for a tip on the bar and stood.

“Thanks. Don’t forget your chip,” said the bartender when she grabbed the glass empty and tip.

“Right. Thanks.” She picked up the green chip and meandered along the outskirts of the crowd, pretending to watch the stage but really keeping her eye on Marc who’d somehow managed to find a place at the very front with his asshole friend Bruce.

She hated him even more. He was a golden boy. Everything always went his way. It was so annoying but soon he’d be out of her house and her life. She sidled past a bouncer and started walking faster for the door. She’d go home to her empty apartment, curl into the fetal position and cry, except Marc would come home at some point tonight. She pulled her phone from her purse. She was going to a hotel. She’d order room service and watch old movies while she made herself sick on chocolate.