Drink for Thought
A light drizzle blurred the street ahead of Jennifer as she walked, hands in her pockets and eyes fixed towards a bar she noticed up the street. The street lamps gave the entire block an eerie glow, urging Jennifer to walk quicker. There were no people around, but Jennifer wasn't alone. There was an angry cat hiding underneath a stoop on the other side of the street, interrupted from his hunting by the rain. A dog inside the house she just walked by, eager to steal a steak off of her owner's plate. Mice in the gutter, carrying about their business as usual. Jennifer was glad to be out exploring the area. But right now she just wanted to be drunk. She couldn't quite put her finger on the reason. Maybe it was because she had isolated herself so severely while in Ireland. Or maybe it was because of the never ending drizzle. Either way, the bar was only steps away, and Jennifer would stay until they kicked her out.
The bar looked a little sketchy. It was the only bar in sight, surrounded by apartments and houses. The door complained about being opened, screeching slightly on it's hinges. Jennifer walked into the place and was met with dim lighting. Music played quietly from a radio behind the bar, a comforting sound. Jennifer pulled down the hood of her jacket, her hands feeling the wetness still clinging to the outside of the fabric. She looked around. There were a couple old men sitting in a corner, playing a card game and laughing among themselves. Besides them, there was only one other person sitting at the bar, drinking alone. Jennifer looked at the person curiously for a moment before realizing that they were in the cirque as well. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, sighing. She had hoped to be alone here, but of course things hardly ever worked out like she planned anymore. Deciding that it would be more awkward to ignore this person, Jennifer walked over and sat in the stool next to them. "Didn't imagine I'd see anyone I knew here." She said as she sat. "What are you drinking?" she asked, eyeing the cup in the other person's hands.