Mordecai
destractivegodofdarkness
Registered: Jan 2001
Location: library
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Crashing
Something intruded upon my deep introspection, and I allowed my eyes to make an attempt at focus and turned my head toward the sound.
"Eh?" I queried.
"'Nother one?" the bartender gestured at my neer empty beer glass.
"Ummm, yeah." Bit of a slur. I noticed him giving me a sidelong look, meaning i'd probably be cut off soon. Hazards of drinking oneself stupid, sitting alone in an unfamiliar bar. I took out a fiver and laid it on the bar. I was about to defocus my eyes and return to the internal world when a man sat down next to me.
"Hi, I'm Robert." he said and pushed one fo the two glasses of scotch he was holding my way. I looked him up and down. He was a few years my senior, probably in his mid 40's, probably a divorcee and thinking he could score with the drunk girl by herself.
The bartender returned at that moment with my beer and picked up the note on the bar.
"Keep da change."
"Thanks."
I looked at Robert again for second and then picked up my beer and took a sip.
"So, are you going to tell me your name, or does that get to remain a mystery?" he asked, grinning broadly, displaying overly white teeth.
"The mystery lies in why you think you can come over here, ply me with cheap scotch and think that this is going to earn your way into my panties." I must confess I highly enjoyed watching his face fall and the stiff legged way he walked back over to the table he had been at before.
I slammed the rest of my beer down, belched and gathered my coat. After spending a few moments fumbling about with the pack and the lighter I got a cigarette lit and was puffing away merrily as I attempted to walk somewhat straight on my way out the door.
Outside the door a bitter wind cut at my cheeks, reviving me from the deep alcoholic haze I was in. The door locks clicked noisily when I pressed the alarm remote and the lights blinked. The door handle was painfully cold against my fingers as I opened the door. I finished the cigarette and flicked the still glowing butt across the alleyway, watching it arc as I started to climb in the car.
A crunching of gravel under a shoe and then an explosion of pain, my chest slammed between the door and car frame. Splinters of fire chased through my ribcage, dimming my vision, but not enough to avoid seeing Robert, reaching for my throat.
"Goodnight."
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