Criminal Class

[Ollie]

Weekend Routine:

I lay rested in bed after a long night of drinking at the end of the week.



Slowly drifting to conscious state, I rose from my slumber.



I worryingly looked to see a figure beside where I slept.


This can't be happening, not again.

"Mornin' Gloria," I mentioned.
"Call me mom," She grumbled. "Who's he?"



"Mom, please-"
"No Jenn," Gloria interrupted. "You need to find someone and settle down. You need a real job, you worry me."



"Yeah and what do you do? Since pa moved on, all you have been doing is moping around the house. Ever tried living?"



"I lived my life-thank you, now I'm just waiting-"
"Waiting for what? Death?"
"A moment of peace, when I'll be reunited with your father."
"What if that day never comes round?"



"Well Jennifer, if you don't start to settle down with someone soon, I'm going to settle it for you, I know this nice man from church."
"Mom, please don't."



"Hey Trish, you up for tonight?" I called into my phone.
"Yeah, come over to my place when yo ready," my good friend Trisha replied.



After a warm shower, change of clothes, a few more touches to go, and I'd head over to Trisha's place.





I walked out the door with a fresh smile on my face, her house was directly opposite mine and she was all I had.



With a knock on the door, Tish instructed me to walk on in.
"How's ya day been?" She asked.
"Er, not bad, Glor and I had our usual argument over settling down and finding a man."



Trisha always was a girly girl- into high fashion, usually over dressed. She dreams of fame, a failing model who went to extreme lengths, eating very little-so little it can be scary. She has resorted to comedy to rise in fame.
"Who knows, maybe your moms is right? How 'bout I help ya'll find someone worth ya time, rather than one of yo moms goody-goody church buddies?" Trisha offered.



"Eh, we'll see what happens," I replied.
"Take it, leave it, your choice."


"Whatever, let's go."

Our outing for this night was a local willow creek club, no more than a couple of blocks away from home.



It was good fun, drinking, chatting, laughing. Gossip was great around town, Trisha's jokes just aren't too bad.



Drink after drink passed the night along quickly.



With a quick yawn and blurred vision, it was over for the night, time to go home.