There were too many unfamiliar people at the bar that night and I felt like my safe space had been compromised. It was my haven. I went there on Monday nights after a long day’s work to clear my thoughts and share in the wisdom of the bartender, Louisa. Louisa had been through a lot in life and was always ready with a story from her past and a lesson to be learned. Tonight was different. On this particular Monday night, there were a group of unfamiliar people at the bar but I took comfort in the all too familiar burn of whiskey down my throat.
Through blurry eyes, I saw red in the distance. I sat up straight on the barstool and blinked twice to refocus my vision. Right there, across the bar, on the arm of a man in a blue shirt, was a goddess in vermilion. She smiled brightly at everyone and seemed to be the life of the party. I was enamored by her and I knew that I had to know her.
I downed another shot of liquid courage hoping to calm my nerves before I went up to her. Before I could make my move, I saw her gracefully sauntering in my direction. This right here was fate.
“Excuse me, can we get another round at our table?” she said to Louisa
“You look like a song.” I said, with my most charming grin yet.
My grin was my best feature and I’d never known a woman who could resist it.
She smiled softly and made direct eye contact. Those eyes. There was nothing particularly special about them but I never wanted to look away from them.
“What song do you think I look like?” she asked
Something about the way she spoke made me feel like I had known her my whole life but sad that I hadn’t had the pleasure until now.
“Come on Eileen”
She smiled her most enchanting smile yet. The kind of smile that reaches your eyes.
And then, she started humming the tune to the song as she walked away.
A few steps into the distance, she spun around in her silver heels and shouted at Louisa
“Another shot for the gentleman. On me.”
And she disappeared back into the crowd. Every step she took was exquisite and deliberately intoxicating.
I took the shot, raised it in her direction and gulped it down.
I woke up on the floor of the bar, in the arms of the scarlet goddess. I looked up at her and into her eyes. There, I saw fire and I longed to play with it.
“Hi I’m Betty.”
“Hi I’m drunk.”
It was the kind of laughter that heals your soul and simultaneously burns a hole of lust in your heart.
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