T I S H A . . .
Tisha didn’t exactly know why she was invited to the wedding; in fact it seemed very much like publicity of some kind for the Mayor. But she attended anyway. Any excuse really to be able to dress up and be out among people. Not that she was stuck at home and away from people often, she just liked to feel other’s energy.
The ceremony had been beautiful and the Mayor and his new wife had looked so happy and in love. Tisha wanted that for herself one day. For now though, she was content to slip away from her table and head for the bar. She leant against it, giving the bartender a serene smile. “Mineral water, please,” she asked of him. She didn’t drink alcohol. She turned then, while she waited, smiling at the person next to her.
“It was a lovely wedding, don’t you think?”
( @mapleviewstarters )
THE BAR WAS THE LAST PLACE RILEY EXPECTED TO END UP. the sheltered boy had never been much of a smoker or a drinker, but here he was, drinking some sort of concoction the bartender assured him would loosen him up enough to be social ( and eliminate the throbbing headache he’d acquired after five minutes of the reception playlist ). “it is lovely.” he hopes his lie isn’t obvious to the other, he doesn’t want them to know he’s having regret about showing up. “but whoever made the playlist deserves twenty five to life.” a joke. maybe.








