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Writing Prompt #821

    “Bottoms up, bitches!” She declared with a hiccup, raising her glass. 
    “I don’t think it’s responsible for heroes to get drunk after defeating a villain,” another girl interjected. The first girl continued drinking, raising her middle finger.
    It was weird for a Wednesday night.  Normally, during the middle of the week, the patrons were regulars and the drinks were beer on tap.  But that night, the room was filled with flamboyantly dressed women and the drinks were cocktails and white wine spritzers.
    I wouldn’t say I worked at a drive bar, but more of a low-end Cheers.  The place didn’t serve food, but there was a pizza delivery joint down the block so food found its way in from time to time.  While the statewide smoking ban prevented a haze from obscuring faces, the old wood paneling and solid wood bar still smelled of well-loved, fully-smoked cigarettes.  
    After the group of women whooped a victory cheer, glasses clanked and drinks were drunk.
    “Is that Black Diamond?”  Gerald leaned towards me over the bar when he asked.  He held his cold beer with two, plump hands.
    “I don’t know,” I shrugged.  I didn’t.  Between tending bar to pay for rent and riding on a fully scholarship for college, I didn’t know much beyond how to make an old fashion the way Reggie liked on Fridays and the intermediate phalanges comes between the distal phalanges and the proximal phalanges on the human hand.
    “Saw her on the news last week,” Gerald edged closer by switching bar stools.  “She stopped a bank from being robbed or something.”
    I placed my bookmark in my anatomy book. Most of the time, the patrons didn’t want to talk to me, but Gerald was the only one that didn’t bale when the super troop showed up.  “Yeah?  Do you know the rest?”
    “That Majestic Mae in the purple there.  She’s not from around here, I don’t think.”
    “And the girl in yellow who’s dancing on the table?”  She shook her sparkling blonde hair as she sang along with the video on the television screen.  I hadn’t changed the channel since I started working, so sports was the only thing ever on.  Also, I didn’t think the television had working sound until the girls showed up.
    Someone must have some sort of electronic whispering powers or something.
    “That Malefactor. I read online that she stopped a meteor last year.”
    “And the twins?”
    Sitting rather uncharacteristically in chairs and holding glasses of cold water, two women with long, black straight hair and black, short kimonos watched with the best resting bitch faces I have ever seen.  I was jealous of how cool and uninterested they looked - and yet, there they were.
    “No idea.”
    I sighed as the table tumbled over, but Malefactor didn’t.  She laughed and floated in mid-air.  “Barkeep!  Another round!”
    My stomach sank.  

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