Raise the Bar

Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it.

A work of fiction for the prompt: The Stat Connection

“There he is, man of the house!” T shouted as O made his way to the bar, “Congratulations, O, I know you’ll make it! Drink up!”

O took the shot T offered him with a half-smile and quickly gulped it down. Cheers erupted from the crowd. T had another toast with Retz and laughing loudly, probably also celebrating the fact that the three of them made it to the uppermost tier of the year. O appeared to regret the decision of agreeing to this already. As much as he appreciated what his mates do for him, he himself doesn’t think this is that much of an achievement worth celebrating.

He made his way with a few congratulations here and there. B came up to him with her best friend, Tran, and both of them gave him a pat in the back. Sometimes he wondered why Tran, who is obviously the most hilarious one is overshadowed by even T. With all due respect, T has his credentials, but Tran, along with Two, Noof or Sticky–they definitely deserve their spot in the tally for a longer period of time.

At the corner of the room, he saw two figures who are part of the reason why he does not really want to make a big deal out of this whole new setting, but also probably the only ones who might be on the same page with him when it comes to the tally. S and A, now toppled down to number 2 and 3, are just casually chatting and having sips of their drink of choice in between when they realize O was looking at their direction. To O, their scathing looks seemed to have pierced every part of his body. He thinks it’s bloody childish and that it’s about time for him to try stooping down to the sulking littluns and have a word with them for all it’s worth.

S saw O making his way to them he patted A to turn her back, both still wearing their glowering expression. Neither of them said a word even when O was arms-length opposite both S and A. After a while, S can’t take the silence and said, “So, do you want to talk first, or should I?”

To which A replied, “I would. Congratulations. Now, scram.”

O was perplexed, “You haven’t even heard anything I’d want to say.”

S sipped his drink, “Exactly.”

“No, actually, we just heard something,” A swiftly responded while she turned her back to O saying, “Now, scram.”

“Tell you what, this is fucking retarded. And I know you guys aren’t,” O let out, “Come on, I’m not responsible for the final count!”

A slightly perked her ears while S still hold his gaze at O. He continued.

“And I share your opinion, okay? If anyone should still retain the honours, it’s Po. The blithering Stats thinks timing is critical, remember? She wasn’t graced much of that, and it’s not her fault. Same goes with Ond, Charm or G.”

“So what? Everybody knows that. You aren’t bloody special,” S shrugged it off.

“I am not. So are you. Or A,” O raised his tone, “At least the three of us know we aren’t. We merely hold something personal in the core, and that attracts more audience. Nobody comes to see the deep, dark thoughts or fiction our colleagues have to offer, which I cannot even understand why! So if you do get that, please enlighten me. Or perhaps let me know why my presence irked you so much because I can’t comprehend that either.”

S and A  looked at each other. Suddenly A asked for a shot from the bartender, took it when it’s ready and signaling for O to take it. O was more puzzled than ever.

“It’s the zero-sum game. Classic,” S explained, “No one likes to lose, even though not in any way near being a sore one. It’s still fucking annoying. You’ll see once a new kid overrun you.”

“Which is soon,” A chipped in with a singsong way, “take the fucking drink.”

O hesitantly did. S and A took theirs and muttered, “Cheers.” O had his second congratulatory drink of the night. He smiled a little and was about to take his seat next to A, when S stopped him.

“Whoa, whoa, what do you think you’re doing?”

O was baffled when he said, “Err, I thought we’re cool and I’d like to sit here with you guys.”

S and A shrieked at him, “TOO SOON!” to which O rapidly got up from the seat and took a few steps back. A added, “Now, really, scram!”

O went off to find T and Retz. It’s stupid of him to promptly forget that S and A are both just cranky in general.

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