The Bartender Narrative

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The sun had long since made its way across the hemisphere, dipping behind the mountains. No moon tonight, and what light there is, was consumed by the darkness of the night.
A feeling of unsettledness ran through me as I strode up to the run down corner bar. I had been watching it for several days now, always from the shadows while keeping my distance.
The large aged splintery entryway was heavier than I expected, finally giving way as rusted hinges squealed my arrival. Although it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, it made no difference, the inside offered no improvement, dark, not inviting. An odor of stale smoke permeated through the once grand mahogany walls, now weathered with time. In a different era this place may have been a …show more content…
Sporting a stained yellowish T-shirt with a dirty white apron that barley tied around a midsection that several years at the gym probably couldn’t fix.
“Names Charlie, haven’t’ seen you here before, what’ll it be?” Asked the bartender. “Stoli, two shots, no ice Charlie.” I replied in a whispered voice, keeping my head down to avoid eye contact. Flipping two shot glasses up from behind the counter with one hand while reaching for the vodka with the other, his movements graceful.
I sat silently sipping my Stoli and waiting, while still nursing my first shot, keeping the second for… The silence was broken as the entryway squealed announcing yet another arrival. Average height, handsome, thin, muscular, and with a hint of a five-o’clock shadow if you like that. His eyes moved left to right and caught mine in the corner, I quickly averted my gaze. Too late, while acting as if he owned the place he made a direct line towards me. “Come here often, okay if I sit here, you’re alone, right? He questioned as he intentionally brushed his body against mine as he nearly tripped into the Barstool to the …show more content…
Soon the room echoed with sounds of a lone sultry sax.
Charlie set the two drinks down next to mine, while the man came strolling back and said “Dance with me, c’mon, nobody’s around, dance with me” when I didn’t respond he bent down on one knee, stretched out his hand and sang out “come to me, play with me, dance with me”
“Okay, okay” I whispered “better, not great, but better” getting up from the bar I took his hand, and in one motion he pulled my body into his. I could smell the sweetness of his cologne, mixed perfectly with his natural musk, god he smelled good.
“What’s your name he whispered in my ear.”
“Amy.” Amy isn’t my real name, but I could never give my real name.
“How am I doing Amy? Names Brian” he whispered into my ear.
“What else you got?”
“Hotel room around the corner” He replied, half serious, all serious!
“Just like that?”
“Yep, Just like that”
“Slow down their cowboy, let’s have a drink or two, maybe we’ll
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