NOTE: Story dialogue is written in Jamaican Dialect or Patios,
it is not bad English it is also not using the formal and official Jamaican
Written dialect. This is informal. If you have any concerns contact or leave a comment.
Thum!….the domino hit the table with a less than impressive thud than he had expected. He moved it into position and straightened the others he unsettled.
This wonder lad moved back smoothly into his tough act. It was the turn of the man in the red hat.
Curse my luck, I was losing anyway. Three pieces and I was dead sure Rodrick had a two but he was stalling since he assumed wonder boy who now had the last piece was the one who would win off his next play.
No one wanted wonder boy to win.
The bartender Shanique came and placed the glass of beer next to Rodrick. She moved through the packed tables and rooms effortlessly with poise, she was back at the bar in no time.
My eyes moved up and down that frame with much relish but I knew it was one thing to look at it but another thing to get it. She was the only thing that kept me willing to stay in here and take a losing at the hand of the boy wonder.
“Yo move brother.”
Oh, it was my turn, he had placed a four-six, I had a triple four I knew 4 of the pieces that had four on it have already been played, I just lost motivation and passed.
Might as well see how this goes.
When Rodrick passed, I felt it coming, the wonder boy got up like a waking giant with the force of a thousand fools he dropped his four on the table and preceded to continue beating it like a gorilla.
I was aghast, no celebration chants, at least cry out like one you buffoon, your already half way as dumb as one.
“Hey stop that you dirty boy, u mad!!”
When I looked Shanique came forward from behind the bar and was furious her face, deepened in a stern mask.
Wonder boy stopped and receded in fear.
“Easy b, manners and respect, you nah affi shout”
“Shut up and do not call me no b, you paying my light bill?”
Rodrick tried to hold back a laugh on that barb, but his and other snickers were heard quite clearly.
“I could pay it if you want.”
Everyone immediately had their eyes on me. She stared at me incredulously.
“Just make sure when I pay it, I get the receipt.” Laughter and rowdy cheers came with that one.
Her face softened, her eyelids fluttered like wings. Rodrick started tapping on my arm, I ignored him. She looked me from head to toe before she kissed her teeth retreating with such erotic flair.
Thoughts had me wondering if she was a model at some point in her life. Rodrick was elated like he was the one who did it. Him and a chorus of men, wonder boy included goaded me to go over there and talk to her.
Throwing dirty looks at us was Shanique, as the crew loudly tried to boost me up. Make a fool of myself, nope I learnt from past experience.
Letting them make their jests at my new passiveness, I left like the wind.
Passing up nice things, as usual, I went home. Work was the immediate task next morning, sweating life to earn minimal pay. No joy in my life other than liquor and broken dreams I keep.
The bar was my destination, Wonder boy was at it again. Outplaying his opponents at the table outside, inside I was focused on the lady of the moment Shanique wearing a yellow dress adorned with a tribal necklace.
At the bar asking for a shot of vodka. Trying to avoid my eyes she was, mine never left her hands, with precision, they dealt with my order.
Gawking at me with a frown.
“You look….good today.”
There was a pause as she repeated that analysis of me, with a wry smile she turned her head.
Well, at least I was funny, again.
“Thanks.” A steady relief as she fixed the glasses on the back counter.
“What’s your name anyway?”
“Martin, though people….call me Lucky.”