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" If I were you, Evelyn, I would put that gun down and stand back. "
Her sickening voice traveled to my ears. I turned around to look at her dead in the eyes. She gulped and cowered a little at the direct eye contact. Keeping my eyes locked...
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After finishing up my coffee, I took a long hot shower to relax my nerves. The events of the past few days had left me feeling quite jittery. After I had possibly used up all the hot water, I stepped out and dried myself up. I pulled up a pair of skin tight maroon pants and shrugged on a hand knit white long sleeved sweater. I paired it up with a maroon scarf and tied my brown hair in a messy bun on the top of my head.
After having a bowl of cereal for breakfast, Ryan drove us to the Joe's Bar. It was a little driveway bar with a classy 1990's exterior with a flashy neon sign, giving off a western vibe. Getting out of the car, Ryan motioned for me to follow him inside.
As we entered the bar, I looked around to take in my surroundings. It was beautiful in its own way. At the left side of the door was the bar table with more drink than I could recognise. The bartender was a tall, well built woman who I assumed might be in her late 30's or so. She had black hair with red highlight and her makeup was bold. She definitely looked like a feisty one. We made our way over to the bar stools and sat down.
"Hey Tori, " Ryan greeted the bartender. Tori winked at Ryan in a flirtatious way and leaned over the table to whisper something in his ears. Ryan chuckled at her words.
What the actual fuck?
I looked around the bar to avoid the unsettling scene that was taking place right in front of me. She was in her late 30's for fuck's sake!!!
The center of the large room was adorned with small wooden tables and the back walls were painted in a warm shade of red that gave the whole room a warm and homie vibe.
At the left corner of the room right opposite to the dance floor was pool table. It had been a while since I played pool. I made a mental note to challenge Ryan later. That would be fun!
What caught my attention, however, was the large stage that sat in the right corner of the room. All of Ryan's band's instruments were decorating the stage. This really was a home base for the band!
I got up off the barstool and slowly made my way over to the stage. Ryan noticed my sudden distraction and quietly followed me.
There were two normal guitars, one bass guitar and a large drum set placed on the stage. I looked up at Ryan, silently asking for his permission. He smiled at me and nodded. With a smile on my own face I picked up a guitar and took it out of it's case. It was a shining black beauty.
Ever since I was a little child, I had an undeniable fascination for guitars. Even as a young teenager with a guitar of my own, I would still go to the biggest instrumental store in my area and spend hours there trying out all the new guitars. I used to do this every Sunday, to escape from the reality. The old owner of the store had become so used to my visits that she would wait for my arrival every Sunday, with the newest guitars out in display and a new flavoured cookie that she made. I missed her.
