Prompt 1 of 31

The Writer's Book of Matches pg.99 "What the hell do you know about anything? I mean, seriously, you're just a dog."

Start time: 12:39

"What the hell do you know about anything? I mean, seriously, you're just a dog." said Thomas, disgust dripping from every word. "How is that you feel remotely qualified to give me relationship advice."

Eric sat stunned across the small bar room table. His hand gripped a beer bottle, held at chest level.

"How many girls have you been with," Thomas said.

Eric opened his mouth to begin, shoving his free hand into his pocket.

"This month," Thomas interjected.

Eric stopped and stared.

Thomas knew he had him cornered. He felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. He pulled his shoulders back and held his head higher.

"Exactly," Thomas said. "So before you feel the need to open your mouth and tell me what I should do with my fiancé, just think that the longest relationship you had was for approximately five hours. And that was because she was a narcoleptic that fell asleep over the course of you sexual interlude."

Eric remained speechless. His expression blank.

Thomas watched his every movement hoping for some sign that he had hit a nerve. He must have. He felt invincible, that is until the beer bottle Eric had been holding came crashing over his head. It knocked him out cold.

When he awoke he was strapped to a gurney in the back of a whaling ambulance. The EMT sat beside him, busily bandaging his head. Next to him was Eric. His eyes wide, biting his lip.

When Eric noticed Thomas was awake he leaned forward.

"I am so sorry," Eric said.

His fingers wrapped around the railing of the bed.

"I don't know what came over me."

"Well a bottle went over his head," the EMT remarked.

Eric's face winced in pain. He released his grip of the bed and dropped his head into his hands.

"God, Tommy," he said hidden in his sweaty palms. "You have to break up with, Tabitha. She's sleeping with another man."

Eric lifted his head and found Thomas staring. His lips pressed into a thin line.

"I didn't want to tell you, I truly didn't."

"How the hell do you even know?"

"Please, gentlemen," the EMT said. He held out his hands between them. "You may want to hold off on this discussion until he's had some time."

"No," Thomas spat, "Tell me, Eric. How do you even know?"

"Because I found her with my sister."

"I didn't see that coming," The EMT said, returning to his work.

End time: 12:56