One Friday Night
@ge0rgelivingstone
Welcome to 2019. Snow muttered this to himself while observing the bartender refill his familiar coke and whiskey. He was nearly insulted when the waiter suggested he slow down. Alcohol wouldn’t affect a six-foot-two man like most patrons, but perhaps he was simply in denial. Whatever, he had nowhere to be at this hour beside a cold, empty hotel room. It wasn’t like Snow to wear guarded shoulders at a lively club like this. Only tonight he felt especially lonely and taken with negative thoughts.
Snow was not a creature who could stand being alone too long. Yet here he was, thirties with no real prospects that didn’t revolve around work as a travel agent for wealthy customers with much more eventful plans for the year. He would have to try this year; download another app he would inevitably forget checking or regret getting within a week. Perhaps there was an available family friend who’d take pity on him. The thought of settling horrified him, almost like age and loneliness did, but he was doing a shit job at improving his chances.
This would be his last drink before the quiet cab ride back. Not before a small visit to the men's room. This club’s stalls always had a considerate attendant and steamed towels available which would leave him in a better mindset. Unfortunately, due to some party the club tonight was especially crowded. After struggling to reach his destination for a minute, Snow was about to put up his hands and give up the idea until a wall side door swept open beside him. He couldn’t help but look to face the man before him--who immediately took hold of his pale dress shirt collar and dragged him inside. “Wh-whoa, wait a sec’! What are you-..” The buzzed state of his body made him an easy victim, but he was aware enough to be on guard.
