He'll Have The Goddamn Chicken And A Glass Of Water

He'll Have The Goddamn Chicken And  A Glass Of Water

            His wife placed the order. I could hear them from the bar. I heard their conversation. He wanted steak and beer, she was a controlling cunt. The server took the order, chicken and red wine for him, she got a steak a glass of red wine. I watched the couple from the bar. She just kept yelling at him. He sat slumped, stared at his lap. Every time he opened his mouth she yelled at him and then looked around. "You're dying! You can't eat that shit!" "Chicken and water is not going to make me live longer!" He yelled. Good. Standing up for himself. I poured a glass of beer for the man and sent it over via busboy. Man, I never saw a smile so large and a grimace so downturned. "Send it back! Don't drink that! Where did it come from?" The wife looked around. I didn't hide but I didn't admit to anything.  I just watched. The old man picked up the beer and tasted it. He smiled like he just tasted freedom. His wife kept bitching out questions. "What do you think you're doing?!" He pounded the beer. "I want another!" he said. "No!" she screeched. "You'll die!" "Woman," he said firmly, "I've been told I'm going to die for the last 20 years. I've eaten your green fucking beans and taken my vitamins. I've been quiet. I've done nothing but ease in death. Sit and wait for it. Beer. A fucking beer." She looked horrified and I almost felt bad for started this shit. I sent another over. "Oh god!" he yelled and smiled. "I might actually have an orgasm!" He drank. "We have to leave!" the wife yelled. "Someone is trying to poison you!" I stood behind the wine rack and observed. "We're leaving, we're leaving!" "I'm going to finish my beer..." the man said confidently, his chains had fallen to the ground. "What are you going to do, walk home?" She yelled. "Who said I'm coming home?" he smiled and put two palms around the glass and hover over it. "This is the pussy that you've denied me" I imagined him saying. But he didn't say anything. She walked out the door. A server approached his table."Can I get you something, sir?" "I would love some red fucking meat. A steak, anything, bloody."