don’t threaten me with a good time
@orion-fray
Elliott checked the time on his phone again. 21:00. He pursed his lips. Checked his phone again. 21:01. No new messages. Safe to say, he had been stood up. It didn’t hurt, per se. But it did bruise his ego a little. He had been waiting at this bar for a girl who he had been talking to via Tinder. Not one to be drawn into the whole dating scene, but still wanting to give it a shot, Elliott did it. And well, he didn’t get the results he was exactly hoping for.
He ordered another Martini, and sat back down on his bar stool. This was not fun, because suddenly, he was left with nothing to do. No plans for the night, and work had taken care of itself mostly. So here he was, sitting here with his Martini, swirling the olives in his drink and just listening to the general din of the bar around him.
Elliott only looked up after a voice interrupted his thoughts. Maybe they were talking to him, or talking too loud. Either way, he looked up to meet the man’s eyes. “Sorry, could you come again?”