She walks up to the bartender
Dark hair peaking out from under his cap
Her steps leave footprints in the lobby
Climbs on to the bar stool like it’s her last cause
“what can I get you?” Bartender asks
Her mind is empty for once
“My boyfriend just broke up with me”
She’s guessing it’s been two days since he last shaved
“What drink would you have if you’d just been broken up with?”
One last look from him before he turns wordlessly
Why is it sexy how he couldn’t care less
But here’s a man giving a piece of himself to her
Or that’s what she’s telling herself while she’s watching him
As if he knew which alcoholic poison will make her feel better
And he’s making it look effortlessly
He pours the liquid into each glass
“Why the fuck would he make me a red drink?” her brain wanders
Red is too obviously the color of love and romance
Or is the color red a symbol of rage and anger and hurt
She looks at him annoyed and skeptical
His expression hasn’t changed once since she sat down
“What is it?” She mumbles
“What you asked for” he mumbles
Stares are being exchanged
“Who’s the second glass for?”
-“Are you trying to make me feel more like shit” is what she’s really asking
“It’s bad to drink alone after being broken up with” he says as if he’s explaining basic behavior
“So you’re judging me?”
He stares the same stare - unbothered
“I don’t need someone like you to tell me how to deal, okay? I came down here because I could t stand the echo of my own crying and hollowing bouncing off my hotel room walls. And I just want to drink in order to have a few hours of silence even if it’s just in my own head. I asked you to make me a drink which you did and I thank you for doing your job but I didn’t ask for special treatment.”
“What’s up with your face?”
“You expression hasn’t changed once since I got here”
“I’m not getting paid to make funny faces”
She reaches for one of the two glasses
As she’s about to take a sip
He stops her “you shouldn’t be drinking alone”
What is his fucking problem
She looks at him behind the glass rim
And takes a huge gulp of her drink
All the while never loosing eye contact
Ready to hear whatever he has to say next
The drink burns her throat
Her cheeks, her chest, her head are burning
“I told you to not drink alone”
“You’re really starting to piss me off”
Suddenly her entire day reflects back on her
Life has its ways of putting you back in your place
“Hi Lucy” his hand cold and sweaty
She’s waiting for his introduction
“Do you not want to tell me your name?”
“You have to buy me a drink first” he smirks
Why is this turning her on?
Walks a few steps away from the bar
Blowjob smile on her face
“Hey I was watching you from over there and thought you were cute, you want to have a drink with me?”
She offers him the second glass
He takes it with a flirty smile
They cheers and each take a sip
“So what’s in it?” She asks
