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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 17:31:09 GMT -5
It had officially been the worst Christmas Eve ever. And it wasn't even over yet. But Rose didn't have anyone to celebrate with, so it really couldn't get much better, could it? She walked sullenly into the bar below her apartment complex, wanting to curse the melodic voice of Bing Crosby, telling her he hoped she'd have a white Christmas. Screw that, the day was almost over and it hadn't snowed a single flake. And tomorrow didn't look promising either.
She sat at the bar, dropping her purse on the floor with a heavy thud. Before the bartender came her way, she perused the sparse crowd for a potential rebound guy. She wasn't sure that was what she needed, but three weeks of crying over that bastard was two and a half weeks too long.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 19:12:18 GMT -5
Working the bar on Christmas Eve was not exactly Tyler's choice, but he was the only one who worked there that didn't have a family to go home to, so he'd volunteered. And anyway, they'd be closed Christmas Day, so he'd get a break just like everybody else.
At 9 o'clock, the only people left in the bar were lonely old men who thrown their lives away and were feeling sorry for themselves. And then the girl had come in. She looked like she was spitting mad...and looking like she wanted somebody to take her home tonight.
She was too pretty, too sweet looking to be one of those girls, so Tyler's interest was peaked. He sauntered over to her. "What'll it be, Sugar?"
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 19:15:04 GMT -5
Rose let out a long sigh, half because the only guys in the bar were twice her age and had half her amount of teeth. And half because her life sucked.
"Whiskey sour. Triple. And keep 'em coming."
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 19:17:02 GMT -5
Tyler arched a brow, but made her the drink. "You, uh, waitin' for somebody?" He already knew the answer to that question, but he figured he'd ask anyway.
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 19:19:52 GMT -5
"Nope," Rose answered disdainfully. "Just me. All alone. On Christmas Eve." When he set the drink in front of her, she immediately gulped down half of it. It tasted awful, but a few more and she wouldn't taste a thing. And a few more after that, she wouldn't feel a thing. That's when she'd know it had been a successful night.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 19:23:32 GMT -5
Tyler watched her a minute, thoughtfully. "A pretty thing like you ought not be alone on a night like this. What's goin' on?" It was, after all, the job of a good barkeep to talk with his patrons. Never mind that this one was awfully pretty, and awfully sad.
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 19:27:07 GMT -5
She held up her index finger as she prepared to gulp the second half of her drink down. Once her empty glass hit the counter, she let out a hiss as she felt the alcohol burning down her throat. "Well, my parents went on a Caribbean cruise, but I've never been really close to them anyway. And then my asshat of an ex decided to leave me on Thanksgiving."
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 19:29:00 GMT -5
He dutifully made her a second drink, setting it in front of her. He leaned against the bar, facing her. "So yer alone on Christmas Eve? No friend's to crash with or nothin'?"
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 19:32:03 GMT -5
She stared at the drink, somehow hoping it could already be in her system without her having to drink it.
"All outta town. Didn't want to intrude. I guess I'd rather dwell on my alone-ness and sit in my own misery." With a deep breath, she took a huge gulp of the whiskey, shuddering a bit.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 19:34:43 GMT -5
"You sure ya want whiskey, Sugar? Ya don't really seem the whiskey type..." He served her a glass of hard cider -- special for the holidays -- instead of a third whiskey.
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 19:37:21 GMT -5
She finished off the glass, already feeling woozy. "Thanks. I usually am a cider person. I love a good pear or raspberry cider with my pizza. But I, good sir, am looking to get as drunk as possible as quickly as possible." Rose took the cider anyway, chugging it.
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 19:40:07 GMT -5
He smirked, amused, and maybe a little worried. "What's yer name, Sugar?"
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 19:42:31 GMT -5
She almost slammed the empty cider glass down, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Rose," she told him, looking across the counter at him with a very jaded expression. "And don't tell me I'm as pretty as one because I've heard it before. From him. And tonight is all about forgetting him."
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Post by Moonshine on Dec 4, 2011 19:44:28 GMT -5
He smirked at her, getting her another cider, and watering it down with Sprite without her knowing it. "Actually, I was gonna say yer about as thorny as one, Rosie."
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Post by Rose on Dec 4, 2011 19:47:19 GMT -5
A smirk identical to his appeared on her lips. "I take that as a compliment, just so you know." She gladly accepted the cider, even though it wasn't whiskey. "What's yours? Your name, I mean."
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