MALIBU RUM & LOS ANGELES SUNSETS
It was truly amazing how oblivious the man at the liquor store was. Mary had lost count of the amount of times she had gone into that store to buy rum, and yet every time the man behind the counter thought she was just another customer with a taste for rum. Usually it was the cheap stuff, but Mary had a hankering for the pineapple Malibu rum for whatever reason and she saw no reason to deny herself that little pleasure.
Maybe she shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, he was far out of the demographic that Mary had been told to target. Add on to that her sudden prolonged hiatus, and the fact that public can move onto new things so quickly, really is it any surprise he couldn’t pick her out? All the same, Mary kept her gaze low and her whole being unrecognizable, because if he didn’t know who she was, there was always the possibility that someone else would.
Although she had never considered herself to be an actress, it seemed Mary could be pretty decent at it, as she had yet to be ratted out by the public. She hoped it would remain this way, because really this was one of the few things that was keeping her together; being able to escape the flashing lights for something calmer and more real.
Bryce had been the one to show her the spot she now called ‘Theirs’. It was out of the way, on top of a sizeable hill, with flat grass. They often go up there when it’s getting into the evening, so that the sun would set behind them. The car would be parked just a few yards away and Mary and Bryce would do whatever it was they had set out to do, and pretend that they were no one special, living nowhere special, who do nothing special.
She pulled over at the usual place, almost bounding out of the car with the rum in one hand and a small book in the other. “Are you alright with the basket?” She asked, looking over her shoulder at Bryce. “I can take it if you want.” Her stride slowed down, watching Bryce, just in case she would have to take it.
