It had been a long day – no, really that seemed like an understatement based on the lawyer’s current mood. The twenty-four hours were drawing to a close as the hands on the clock struck 10:45 and Ursula was more than thankful for the prospect of a new day. “Hopefully tomorrow will be better,” she uttered into her palms, almost like a salute to the shit she had endured previously. Steady hands rested carefully on Ursula’s cheeks and a straw dangled from her lips as she sucked down the vodka cranberry she had been nursing for a good portion of the night.
She was alone, preferred it that way. She didn’t want to be bothered by any client, or anyone from her work for that matter because then that forced her to converse in tedious small talk about the weather. As a lawyer, one most always “turn it on,” as her professional used to say. They must always be willing to put on a good show but if Ursula could avoid it tonight, she would like the plague. The occasional suitor tried to slink his way in, clad with a self-obsessed smile and slurring something along the lines of, “you know, pretty women shouldn’t sit alone,” to which Ursula’s response was, “well then I guess I’m not that pretty.” And that was that, they usually got the hint from the woman’s deadpanned nature.
In the vast sea of people, Ursula found her eyes wandering, flickering through the various faces, none of them familiar. That was until her subtle gaze landed on hers. “Thought I might run into you here,” she started off, leaning against the bar frame. “You know, I think I read an article somewhere, about the warning signs of drinking alone. Could lead to Alzheimer’s? Now, I don’t know if it’s true or not, but for the scientific sake… I guess we better not leave it to chance.” The lawyer then stopped, a bright smile painting her features. “Alright, so maybe I just wanted to see your face, is that so wrong?”
Flagging down the bartender, Ursula flashed him a polite smile before handing him her glass. “Two more, please. I’m buying.” She said before focusing her attention back onto Nadia. “Please tell me you’ve had a better day than I have and if so, distract me with the details.” When the bartender came back with their drinks, Ursula collected hers and held it high into the air. “To science.”
the past week had been hell. nadia felt as if she’d aged five years in the process. she was aware with jimmy gone, shit would go wrong but she was tired and over it already. she couldn’t fathom what the universe had in store for her next. maybe her death? who knew at this point. nadia hoped jimmy was having a good time with his partner but she wished she could hit fast forward until he returned. she also wished she could find competent employees who didn’t disappear on her but apparently, that was too much to ask for.
the starlite had turned into a first home, her own coming in second. not only had her work life been a mess but her personal life wasn’t any better. not with estranged husband on the property and back in her life. she didn’t know who she pissed off to have such bad luck right now --- it could have been anyone with her track record; nadia was good at making enemies, it was a talent. the only thing that could make it better was a good drink or ten. it seemed as if bars had become a third home of hers. it wasn’t a healthy habit and she knew it. that didn’t mean she planned on scaling back anytime soon though, not when things were one shitstorm after another.
nadia didn't necessarily like to drink alone but it had started happening more often than not. she watches as the bartender pours her another glass of whiskey. her eyes followed the amber liquid as it spilled out over the fresh ice cubes. nadia lifts the glass to her lips and takes a drink as she scans the dimly lit bar. it isn’t hard to spot the blonde. ursula didn’t exactly look like the usual crowd, not that that was a bad thing. there was something about her, she came off much more refined compared to the people nadia was used to. compared to herself.
“ this stool might as well have my name on it at this point ” nadia quips, taking another drink before setting the glass down on the bartop. it was nice to have company, it kept herself out of her own head for a little while. “ oh yeah? must’ve taught that after i dropped out. ” she jokes dryly. nadia had heard a lot of pick-up lines in the past but this one was new. she didn’t detest it like she did most of the ones she’d experienced in the past. nadia’s eyebrow arches at ursula’s honesty. she always did prefer how a woman flirted with her over a man. “ i mean i do have a pretty great face, can’t say i really blame you. ” she replies, a soft smile on her lips.
nadia licks her lips as she watches her flag down the bartender and decides to polish off the rest of her glass, the whiskey going down smoothly. she knew she didn’t need anymore, two was good enough but with each glass the stress of her day and those the preceded it melted off. nadia lets out an easy laugh. a better day? she doubts it. “ i don’t know about that but my day was shit, as usual. i’m ready to fucking fling myself into traffic. ” she retorts, grabbing her drink. “ yeah, to science. ” nadia repeats, clinking her glass against the blondes before lifting it to her lips.
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