The Whiskey, The Liar, The Thief!
@atomsofstars
It’s been said that strict parents raise the best liars. And that was true, at least in Tia Bell’s case; she had twenty-three years of training in dishonesty. The only way she could get by in her family’s house with any sense of personal freedom was coming by it through deception and stealth. She behaved in polite society the way her rich, socialite parents approved of, but at night? Well, when polite society retired for the day, she could sneak out and live a completely different life.
This bar--she had made several friends here over the past couple years of her expanding night life. It wasn’t the finest or most reputable place in town, that was sure, but that was probably what drew her in. She longed for the opposite of her real life, was desperate for the change of pace it provided. And here she didn’t have to meet any expectations; she could define herself.
Approaching the counter, she paused to consider her choice while the bartender eyed her, ready for her order. Her eyes flickered down the bar and landed on an attractive young man, standing not too far away from herself. She hadn’t seen him before, not that she was familiar with every patron of the place, of course. But he intrigued her enough that she decided almost immediately on an icebreaker to speak with him. The corners of her lips turned up, and she leaned over to call out, just loud enough for him to hear. “I’ll have whatever he recommends.”