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Greetings, everyone
This is my forth attempt at #WeekendFreewrite organized by @mariannewest. Prompts in bold italics. I stuck to the five minutes per prompt.

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I had to hand it to him. As a speaker, Andy was stunning... He did not need to prepare any speech. I got to think that the least he knew about the topic or the occasion, the better he did. He was a natural. He just needed to scan his audience for one minute or less. He had the skill of a thief, a conman, or a preacher to read into people eyes and body language and draw a map that always showed him the right path for his orations.

That night, Andy had drunk more than usual. It rarely showed, but that night he was unusually impertinent and cocky. He had said once that he could convince a crowd of feminists not only to marry and have children, but also kneel before their husbands on New Year ’s Eve and ask for forgiveness for non-existent trespassing.

[end of five minutes]

"This is the big test I am supposed to pass?" Andy yelled at Tom, who had decided to put Andy’s skills to the test.

Yes, Tom said calmly. That’s it. Not a big deal for a man with your silver tongue, right?

Of course, not, Andy spat on Tom’s face. He fixed his shirt, combed his messy hair with his hands, swallowed what was left of his drink and then took what was left of mine, got up and headed to the dark corner of the bar where Lisa was sitting with her husband.

Dick did not need a nickname. He was the impersonation of arrogance, violence, cynicism, and ignorance. How Lisa ended up marrying him was a mystery for all of us. Tom knew Andy’s love for Lisa was a well-hidden as his stage fright.

He felt bad after he saw Andy walk decidedly towards Dick’s table with the mission of saying publicly what no other man in town would dare to do even in the privacy of their minds.

[end of five minutes]

Her sweat trickled down her neck. Lisa knew Andy fairly well. They have been brought up like little siblings; so much so that despite sharing his feelings, she felt deep down that reciprocating him would be incestuous.
She also knew Dick and his zero-tolerance attitude towards his girl having friends, males or females. Dick usually said that the world had changed so much that a man should not trust his own dick, no matter how small it was.

She let go of Dick’s hand fearing he would feel her nervousness in the cold humidity that started to permeate her whole body.

I need to go to the bathroom, she said, but Andy was already close enough for her to see he was going to do something fatally stupid.

[end of five minutes]

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