Bar part 6
Open's little sister pulls to the curb. I already had the fare and tip ready to slip through the slot but before I can my door opens and she's ready with an umbrella for me. With my down turned hand I go to give her the money. She slightly smiles with the side of her mouth. “Not necessary. Have a good night and be careful sir.” She leaves but not before I check out her ass to waist ratio when she rounds the car.
“Dayum!”
For the first time that I know of she turns and looks in my eyes. “How the fuck?” I think.
“It's like she heard me.” I know I said nothing but still inside I feel ashamed. I shake it off as such bull shit.
Once again I turn and enter the bar. When I left last night the barmaid was friendly and asked me to come back. “ Maybe I'll have a friend here tonight.” I walk in and the floor is worn and scarred like I remember. The noise is deafening of course. I make my way to the bar and the same stool is open, the one with a view to the door. I sit, smile and look for my gal behind the bar. She's there alright but instead of being greeted by a friendly smile she's flirting with a fat greasy local. “So much for that!”
Now I think. “All I want is a drink.” I seem to have said that just last night I recall.
Tonight the loud thumping music and crowd is not fun but very annoying. The barmaid finally comes by but her expression shouts that she has never seen me before nor cares. “Jack and coke, double!” I shout over the noise. “Two of them!” I take her wrist and turn her hand up and slap a shit load of cash in it. She starts to pull back but looks at me and smiles big. “OK hun, grab hold!”
She brings a whiskey glass tall dark and by the taste full. I set a 100 under the glass and now it seems she no longer has a friend at the other end of the bar. It's sad really. She's a beauty. Tired yes but a beauty. And I'm the beast. [If only] is the most powerful phrase I know of.
Upon my third tumbler of this poison I feel a tight grasp on my left shoulder dragging me down off my stool. “God damn it!” I curse to myself. In slow motion I see that as I fall my glass shatters on some guys forehead but he doesn't loosen his iron grip. I brace myself as best I can and hit the floor. I spin left and rise. Inside I know I'm past my prime and slow in the ways but the hit I expect doesn't come. I stand to fight only to hear multiple contacts and muffled groans. The lights come on and two guys are on the floor in a hump.
Little sis looks more annoyed than anything. Actually I believed she's pissed. I try to stand straight and smooth my hair back while smiling but she doesn't even look.
“Idiot.” She mutters. Well, not the way I like to leave an impression with a gal but it's what I've got it seems.
I look around and see that the place has cleared out rather quickly except some guy holding up his phone recording everything I guess. Little rests with her head down and her hands on her legs just above her knees taking in air
I walk slowly through the broken glass and overturned chairs to the Cheshire grinned guy with the cell phone. I grab the phone with my left hand and punch his nose with my right. He begins to shriek like a banshie and points at me and runs away. I drop the phone and stomp on it. “You're clueless aren't you.” Little says with veined contempt.
“You didn't have to hit him.” She says. I smile and shrug my shoulders.
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