Below the Sky

Chapter 36: Elijah

The next day at work, was well, quite boring. I had been there since seven in the morning, and now it was around one. Ever since I'd gotten back from the trip with my family my work at just been piling up. It seemed like my boss was trying to make up for the time I missed.
I finally made it out around seven, twelve hours after arriving at my job. I stumbled out of my office, my bag in hand. I was tired, exhausted, but I didn't want to go home just yet. Home meant Lila, and Riana, and there was nothing wrong with them, I just wanted to do something excited. So I headed off for my favorite bar, in the center of town.
At this hour the bar was packed, loud music blasting over the speakers. It had dim lighting, and with the amount of people piled into the building it was hard to move around. I finally made it to the bar though, collapsing onto a stool and setting down my bag.
"You look like you've had quite the day," the bartender said. She was clutching a glass and a bottle of alcohol. The bartender was a girl in her mid twenties, and by the looks I could tell that she wouldn't be attracted to me. She had multiple visible tattoos, a plentiful of piercings, and a few eyebrow slits. Her hair was also cut short, and died pink.
"Can I just have some beer please?" I asked. The bartender set down a can in front of me, then walked away to attend to some other people.
I didn't notice at first but at one point a women sat down in the stool next to me. She ordered a hard liquor, then turned so she was facing me.
I looked up, sipping my beer, still tired but excited at new prospects. Even in the dark lighting I could tell that the women was pretty. She wore just a simple cropped top, with skinny straps that showed her off a lot. Her long blonde hair was down, but curled. And her lips were painted a deep red.
"How are you doing on this fine evening?" She asked me, sipping her drink.
"I'm good," I said. The women, with one hand still clutching her drink, inched her other towards me. Her skin met mine, sending sparks flying.
"Can I buy you a drink?" She asked. I figured she saw the beer in my hand, but a drink wasn't all she wanted to give to me tonight.
"Sure," I said. I gave in to this women's lust. I didn't know her name, or her life, but I was tired, and craving someone's touch.
So soon enough our mouths were touching, kissing soft, then harder. Kissing went to more far too quickly though. We abandoned our drinks, and hurried away from the crowded room to look for some privacy. We found an abandoned storage closet, and made a lot of noise getting comfortable.
My simple shirt came off in a matter of seconds, then hers too. She wasn't wearing anything under, and was just bare. I kissed her neck, moving over her chest and down to her stomach. Then I helped her unbutton her pants, working them off. I put my mouth between her legs, being rewarded with gasps then moans from the women. She squirmed, but didn't fight. Her hand grabbed my shoulder for support, as she sighed with pleasure.
Then my pants were on the floor, and she was on top of me. Now we were both sighing with pleasure. I didn't know this girl, I didn't even know her name, but this, this cured my exhaustion from work.
We stumbled back to the bar, grinning and rumpled. My shirt was crumpled on me, and the girl's hair was all messed up.
She grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something on it, placing it in my hand. "Call me," she whispered in my ear, then with a final kiss on the cheek the girl left me.
I took a seat at the bar again, still in a daze. I was suddenly aware of the paper in my hand, and I ripped it into pieces, knowing that I would never call that girl. I wasn't in the mood for relationships, and I didn't know her as a person, so there wasn't much I could gain from dating her.
The bartender noticed the out of it grin playing across my face, and poured me a glass of vodka. "How was it?" She asked.
"Good," I said, downing my glass. The bartender refilled it.
"You get her number?"
"Ya, but then I ripped it to shreds," another shot poured down my throat.
"She was hot, why not?"
"I'm not one for relationships," and then another shot.
"Okay," I took more and more shots, my mind feeling fuzzier with each one. Then I felt sick, so I got up and went searching for a bathroom.
I stumbled around, very drunk, before I finally found a bathroom. I didn't bother knocking, and instead pushed the door open. Inside though was a man, touching up some powder on his face. He seemed startled by me, but then smiled. "Did you forget to knock?" He asked.
I ignored him and bolted straight for the toilet, expelling my stomach's contents in. Once nothing was left to come up, I wiped my mouth, and looked up at the man. I then realized that he was hot. He wore golden eyeshadow, and a neutral tone lips. His dark hair was sliced back with some gel, and he wore golden pants to match his eyes, and a button up shirt that was elegant but also not at the same time. "Ya, sorry," I finally replied to his question.
"Here, let me help you," then his arms were supporting me, and guiding me out of the restroom.
"Do you need a ride home?" He asked.
"No, it's okay," I said. The man walked me back to the bar, helping me into a seat. "Don't let him have anymore drinks," he told the bartender, then he bent down, and kissed me on the cheek. "Be safe," he whispered, and in the blink of an eye he was gone.
"What an eventful night you've had," the bartender said, pulling down a glass and filling it up for me. I started to shrug it away when she insisted that it was just water. So I drank, gulping the clear liquid vigorously.
I payed the bartender, and stood up to leave. I still felt sick, and couldn't drive, but my apartment was a short walk from here, so I figured I could make it home.