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sickle_stories) wrote2007-04-22 11:48 pm
sickle_stories) wrote2007-04-22 11:48 pm
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Old Scenelette: Woman at a Bar
She’d always sworn she’d never live in the States. She’d always wanted to go to California. So it wasn’t that bad now that she was living in LA of all places. So far, she’d avoided being an aspiring actress or disgruntled waitress, which seemed to be the city’s curse.
It was a Saturday night and she’d packed up her work for the day. Tomorrow was a “me-day”, as she called it, the only one in the week. It was meant to make up for all the other work-filled days, including evenings, she trudged through. She’d sworn to get a “nine-to-fiver”, one where you left your work at the office and didn’t give it a second thought until the next morning. Ha bloody ha.
So she’d gone to the bar. Yes, at her age, and after her misspent youth of not going to bars. She picked a cozy one, though, a mellow bar with the occasional live band. Nothing crowded, that was for sure. She couldn’t stand crowds. But the bar still had a handful of people, so she wasn’t alone either, like she would be at home.
The music had stopped a few minutes before and she’d clapped absentmindedly along with the others, her eyes on her drink as the band made its exite. She contemplated her drink, swirling it about like a wine connoisseur, although she rarely drank. She didn’t really see the point to it, but she’d gotten sick of ordering water, sodas and, in the occasional “virgin drink”. She wanted to blend in – not mingle, but at least not stick out.
A man drew a stool up a stool beside her and plopped himself down, a tired smile on his face as he signalled to the waiter. She turned to look at him on the slant as the bartender served his drink – something terribly complicated looking, but pleasantly colourful. He caught her looking when he reached for his drink. He gave her a small nod and raised his glass to her, though she looked away before he put the drink to his lips. She went back to contemplating hers.
She thought he might be looking at her, from the way he shifted on his stool, his knees angled towards her. She forced a blush down and took a dignified sip from her drink before swivelling around to face the stage.
Yup, he was definitely looking at her.
It was a Saturday night and she’d packed up her work for the day. Tomorrow was a “me-day”, as she called it, the only one in the week. It was meant to make up for all the other work-filled days, including evenings, she trudged through. She’d sworn to get a “nine-to-fiver”, one where you left your work at the office and didn’t give it a second thought until the next morning. Ha bloody ha.
So she’d gone to the bar. Yes, at her age, and after her misspent youth of not going to bars. She picked a cozy one, though, a mellow bar with the occasional live band. Nothing crowded, that was for sure. She couldn’t stand crowds. But the bar still had a handful of people, so she wasn’t alone either, like she would be at home.
The music had stopped a few minutes before and she’d clapped absentmindedly along with the others, her eyes on her drink as the band made its exite. She contemplated her drink, swirling it about like a wine connoisseur, although she rarely drank. She didn’t really see the point to it, but she’d gotten sick of ordering water, sodas and, in the occasional “virgin drink”. She wanted to blend in – not mingle, but at least not stick out.
A man drew a stool up a stool beside her and plopped himself down, a tired smile on his face as he signalled to the waiter. She turned to look at him on the slant as the bartender served his drink – something terribly complicated looking, but pleasantly colourful. He caught her looking when he reached for his drink. He gave her a small nod and raised his glass to her, though she looked away before he put the drink to his lips. She went back to contemplating hers.
She thought he might be looking at her, from the way he shifted on his stool, his knees angled towards her. She forced a blush down and took a dignified sip from her drink before swivelling around to face the stage.
Yup, he was definitely looking at her.