Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2021 11:15:03 GMT -5
BANNOCKBURN - PART I
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WEDNESDAY 7TH JULY 2021
A SPORTS BAR IN RENO, NEVADA
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WEDNESDAY 7TH JULY 2021
A SPORTS BAR IN RENO, NEVADA
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“GET THE FUCK IN!”
Full time of extra time had blown at Wembley Stadium in London, England. European Football Championships, semi final, England 2, Denmark 1. Caramel Cane was understandably very excited about the fact as she danced around in her England shirt, with Lemmy on the back.
CARRIE CANE
IT’S COMING HOME! IT’S COMING HOME! IT’S COMING...
LOLLIPOP
OH SHUT UP!
As the Crush’s resident angry Scot, Lollipop’s patience with the European Football Championships and England’s run had expired around about the end of the group stage. She hated how it made Caramel act. Obnoxious, gloating and full of herself; it was everything she loathed about the English as a nationality. A necessary evil from dating an English rose like Carrie perhaps, but by this point she had become absolutely insufferable.
CARAMEL CANE
Excuse me?
Carrie stopped dancing and stared at Lollipop.
CARAMEL CANE
Who the fuck put sand in your panties? I’m having a good time here. Stop being so fucking miserable. Not my fault your country is shit.
Lollipop growled, her fist clenched so hard her nails were practically lascerating her palm.
CARAMEL CANE
Fuck you. Looking at me with a face like a slapped arse. HEY BOBBY! IT’S COMING HOME!
Caramel grabs Bobby Ears and the two start dancing and yelling. Lollipop smacks her fist on the table before getting up and stomping off towards the bar.
Fuck this. Fuck the English, fuck Carrie. Why do professional sports turn people into such obnoxious fucking cunts. She looked around, so many English fucks here in this one bar in Reno. She hoped they all went gambling and lost the lot.
“Hey, just a plain tonic water please.”
The voice of the woman ordering a drink at the bar resonated in Lollipop’s head. Possibly with all the pro-English sentiment fucking with her own sense of Scottish nationalism, but that accent was very familiar to her. She spoke up.
LOLLIPOP
Inverness, right?
The woman gave Lollipop a quizzical look.
LOLLIPOP
Your accent. You’re from Inverness, right?
The Inverness accent was widely regarded as the most beautiful Scottish accent, perhaps the most beautiful in the whole of the United Kingdom. A lot softer than the harsh Glaswegian growls that were the international Scottish stereotype.
The woman was slim in build, quite tall. Certainly in contrast to the chunky and bubbly Carrie & Heidi Lollipop spent most of her time with. Gorgeous natural red hair flowing halfway down her back. She smiled at the wrestler.
MYSTERIOUS SCOT
Why yes. Nice to see a fellow wanderer from the northern Isle. The imperialism in here is overwhelming, isn’t it?
She glanced around before muttering under her breath.
MYSTERIOUS SCOT
English pigs...
LOLLIPOP
English bastards...
The barman came back with the glass of tonic for the woman.
MYSTERIOUS SCOT
Er... could I have a second one of those please, for my friend here?
The barman nods. Lollipop wrinkled her nose at the idea of plain tonic water, but a free drink was a free drink she supposed. The barman came back, handing over the second drink to her, and the two made their way to a table, in a dark corner of the bar. The woman glanced around to make sure no-one was looking, before opening her purse and sneaking out a bottle of gin, with which she topped up the neat tonics.
MYSTERIOUS SCOT
The prices they charge in here. No self-respecting Scottish woman gonna pay that.
She grinned at Lollipop who grinned back.
LOLLIPOP
A woman after my own heart.
The gin bottle was slipped into the purse as quickly as it had appeared and Lollipop took a swig. Very strong. This was good.
ABI MACDONALD
I’m Abi by the way. One of the few descendants of Clan MacDonald. My ancestors were out trading when the murder business happened. Lucky for me, I guess. You’re not a Campbell, are you?
LOLLIPOP
Oh God no! No... but yeah, don’t meet many original MacDonalds these days.
Abi nods.
ABI MACDONALD
Yeah, I always think it makes a nice ice-breaker with other Scots, people who know, you know? Though I may just come across as crazy?
LOLLIPOP
Worse things in this world than being crazy.
She glanced across the bar where Caramel & Bobby were downing pints and dancing around, completely oblivious to her existence.
LOLLIPOP
Like being English.
Abi laughs.
ABI MACDONALD
Yeah... they’re insufferable on nights like this, aren’t they? Nice to meet someone with a modicum of sense... uh... I don’t believe I caught your name?
LOLLIPOP
Lollipop.
She said it without thinking, that was what everyone always called her, but kinda twigged it when she got an amused and confused glance back.
LOLLIPOP
Sorry! That’s kinda my stage name, get used to people calling me that. Jess. Jess De Luca.
ABI MACDONALD
A pleasure, Jess.
The redhead took a large glug of her gin and tonic.
ABI MACDONALD
Stage name, though? Are you some kind of performer?
LOLLIPOP
Something like that.
Abi nods.
ABI MACDONALD
Figures. The entertainment scene is pretty big around here. Everyone who comes to Reno is hopeful about something, some want to win it big, some want to make it big.
LOLLIPOP
What about you?
ABI MACDONALD
Well... right now, I was hoping we could spend some time together.
She glances around.
ABI MACDONALD
This bar reeks too much of imperialism. You wanna bail?
Lollipop glanced over to where her fellow Crush members were across the bar. Carrie was draped in the cross of St. George and appeared to be knighting Bobby with a breadstick. She sighed deeply, before necking the rest of her drink.
LOLLIPOP
Yes please, let’s get the fuck out of here.
Abi chugs down, and the two get up, heading to the exit. Right before she walks out, Lollipop turns, looking over at her girlfriend, her friends, still oblivious to her existance. She shook her head, before following her new friend.
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“By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die!”
― Robert Burns
“By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die!”
― Robert Burns