CHAELISA One-shots

A Horrible Date (With A Great Ending)

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It was just before closing time, and Lisa has been working in the bar for hours. She was cleaning the counter when the bell rang and a young couple entered the bar. She wouldn't have paid them a lot of attention, if it wasn’t that a.) nearly no one was in the bar anymore, b.) it was just before closing time and c.) the girls flaming red hair wasn’t such a contrast to the dark blue colour of the walls. They were holding hands and the boy pulled the girl towards the bar, where they took two seats on the further end.

The boy reached for the menu while going on and on about some accident he had when he was a kid, not caring about whether anyone else in the room wanted to hear his story or not.

The redhaired girl didn't seem comfortable. She laughed nervously and quietly told him something Lisa didn't hear. The boy shrugged and then gestured to Lisa.

“Barkeeper. Two Long Islands for me and my date.”

Lisa sighted internally, but then put on her best fake smile because guys like him payed her weeks off, and because his girlfriend – at least she assumed that she was – seemed really cute.

“Two Long Islands coming right up.”

“Wait.”

The voice belonged to the girl.

“I'll just have apple juice, please.” She smiled apologetically at Lisa, who nodded.

“Sure.”

“Aw, babe. I thought we wanted to have fun tonight.” The guy sounded like the typical dude-bro that come to the bar every night, trying to get laid. His hand was on her tight.

The girl smiled nervously. She glanced at Lisa who was watching them and gently removed his hand.

“It's our first date. I want to stay sober enough to remember it.”

The guy shrugged. “Fine. I'll still take the Long Island.” That was directed at Lisa, who was mixing his drink behind the bar. She saved him a sarcastic comment of how she hoped so, because she had already mixed the alcohol.

So. Their first date. Not this girlfriend. Lisa bit her lip. The girl was really pretty, wearing high heels, jeans and a green shirt, which really brought out the colour of her eyes. She shook her head. They were on a date. No chance for Lisa there.

The date, by the looks of it though, wasn't going too well. At least not for the girl. The guy seemed to enjoy himself too much to realise that his date did not seem very comfortable. At least she could try and make things better for the girl. Lisa= sighed and took the two drinks.

“One Long Island and one Apple juice.”

The guy barely acknowledged her, being too caught up in another story he was telling the girl, who seemed to be starting to get bored. So far, he has done most of the talking and not asked her about herself not a single time. Now he was comparing himself to the guy in a movie the couple seemed to have watched earlier. Oh god. Lisa glanced at the watch over the door. They bar will close in thirty minutes. She hoped for the girl that she was either disciplined enough to get through this and never call him again, or headstrong enough to just tell him that this date was over.

His hand was on the girls thigh again, and she removed it again. He didn't look to happy about that. He was towering over her, his other hand on her back, and still didn't see how uncomfortable the girl clearly felt.