A rock bottom story
@smolderingxthief
Alize pushed the door open looking at the interior of the bar, the escape had been her best friend the past few days, to think she would refer to a place as her best friend, it would have been out of the mind of her past self. Today Alize seemed a bit more composed than she usually would have been, a book in her hand as it rested at the side of her waist. Alize looked around the bar though being there before each time she entered she first always appeared like she was lost, but really she was just checking the area. Her usual table where she would drink had been taken up so she was left to sit at the bar this time being the only spot away from the most consumers in the place. Alize gently and casually moved to the closest stool to her and took a seat placing her book on the counter before she sat down and looked to the bartender, great it was someone new so saying her usual would have no effect and only cause question. With bags under her she just kind of looked at the bartender go about his business until he came to her, she was being patient today.
“Uh...just give me the strongest stuff you got...or water surprise me i honestly don’t care i’m just thirsty.” After a few hours of work Alize had only come seeking a drink not something to calm her mind, with how hot it was it hard to go several hours without even a sip of water which she normally didn’t have the option of getting. Her clothes seemed roughed up, multiple tears and frays in the cloth of just the light jacket, she never had the money to fix her clothes she was just thankful she was able to wash everything now and then and often enough not to turn people away from her. “So...how long have you been working here? I don’t normally come during this time so i don’t think i’ve even seen you before.” Small talk, Alize knew small talk was something she needed try and get better at something like what she just said could be a good start though. “I’m normally here more into the later night when things get more...rough...for me.”
Alize said this sliding her book to be in front of her and then opened it to her bookmark, she was still paying attention to the man who was fixing her drink or going to be fixing it, or had already fixed it...ok she wasn’t paying much attention at all. Alize wasn’t all that interested in the noise around her even certain people that saw her often late at night were looking at her weird for seeming so normal at the moment, normally when drinking she’d be one of the most talkative. Alize began to read along her book an old fairy tale she had heard only a few times before, but the book was much more interesting though she didn’t really understand much about it. Was it even possible to have hair that long to make a physical rope out of it and even more to have someone literally scale a tower with it? Odd as it was it was entertaining to read, though like with most stories Alize was expecting a horrid turn of events, half of the fairytales had at least one, at least the real ones did.