I turn around and start walking to Xfinity Live, a sports bar by the stadiums in the neighborhood. I turned 21 in February and I haven't been out drinking since my medication says not too, but I'm feeling reckless tonight so why not. I show my I.D. as I enter the bar and go straight to the bartender.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender, wearing a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a little up his arms and black skinny jeans to go with his black boots, asks as I take a seat at one of the stools. He's a toned but not to much and covered in tattoos. Two sleeves of random stuff, just like Harry. His hair is a light brown color and it looks unkept but it works for him. He has his lip pierced, not sure how sanitary that is to have in working at a bar but okay.
"Um... I'm kinda new to this," I inform him.
"Okay," he chuckles. "Then let's start you out with something light. I'm Kevin by the way," he smirks and you can see his perfectly white teeth.
"Sara," I smile as he ventures down the bar to make a drink for me.
He comes back a few minutes later and hands me a champagne glass with a strawberry in it.
"What's this called?" I ask.
"It's called Absolut Strawberry Kiss," he says. "Try it. It's suppose to be fruity."
"Suppose to be?" I ask looking at him.
"I wouldn't know what it taste like," he chuckles. "I don't drink that stuff."
"Let me guess what you do drink," I say taking sip from my drink and he's right. It's fruity. I taste vanilla and strawberry and cranberry and maybe even pineapple. I'm in love. "This is good."
"Yeah? I'm glad you enjoy it because that's your drink for the rest of the night."
"What? Why?"
"You don't mix drinks," he chuckles. "That won't be good for tomorrow morning. You really are new to this."
"Oh," I nod. "Got it. Don't make fun of me."
"So you were going to guess what I drink," he says smirking at me and I still feel like he's making fun of me.
"Yes yes," I say taking another sip and sitting up straighter in the stool as he watches me intensely. "You probably drink beer, miller lite, with all your frat brothers as girls throw themselves at you because you have that whole mysterious look going for you."
"Miller lite huh?" He nods. "Actually it's normally Blue Moon."
"Then everything else is true?"
"Guess you're just gonna have to come back to find out then huh Sara?" He smirks taking off his apron. "Have a lovely night sweetheart," he says walking away.
"Wait... where are you going?" I ask as he stops and looks at me like I'm the only person in this bar.
"To my frat house so girls can hang all over me. Goodnight," he winks at me then goes into the back of the bar.
I watch as he leaves carrying a black bookbag with him. He doesn't look at me, he doesn't even glance at me but the smirk on his face tells me that he knows I'm watching my him and I don't care.
I drink a few more of those drinks he made me and I'm starting to feel them as I sit at the bar by myself and watch whatever sports game is playing on the tv. I try to look busy but it's a fail and the more I drink the more I don't care at all what the people around me think. I spend some time people watching the people around the bar and making up little stories about what's going on in their lives. Some are funny making me laugh to myself and some are hard making feel pitty for people who are probably just happy people coming to the bar for a drink.
"Sara?" I hear from behind me and turn around to see Niall, Harry, Liam and Kelly. "Where have you been?" Kelly asks. "We couldn't find you after you left. Are you drinking? That's not good with your medication."
"Oh well," I shrug and take another sip. "It's really good Kevin made it Kel."
"That's very nice of Kevin," she says as she takes my drink making me pout like a two year old getting a toy taken away.
"Who's Kevin?" Harry asks.
"Wouldn't you like to know fuckboy," I laugh at myself. "Fuckboy."
"Sara don't start," he warns.
"Oh no I'm so scared. You got me shaking in my boots," I laugh and turn back around to the bar.
"I've never seen her like this before," kelly informs them.
"Because I've never been drunk before Kellbell!"
"Okay. Let's get you home," she says her and Harry helping me up.
"I don't wanna go and I don't want fuckboy over here touching me."
"Please stop calling me that," Harry frowns.
"Oh does it hurt?" I ask facing him wobbling on my own two feet. I know it's the liquor talking but I don't care. "Like when you told me we needed to break up because I was too broken," I slur. "Does it hurt like that fuckboy?"
He doesn't say anything he just looks down at the floor and I know I hurt him.
"That's what I thought," I say as I make my way to the door Kelly helping me and bringing me home.
