Taken Prisoner

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I puffed as I ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks and sat down on the stool. The low jazz music made the dark bar feel warm. I stared at the singer on stage as she slowly swayed with the beat and fiddled with the little umbrella that came with the drink.

I stared down at my open feet as my heels laid beside them and took a sip. 

I can't believe he left me there in the cold to walk myself home. The least he could have done was got me a cab too.

"Rough night?" I turned to the side to see a tall handsome man in a black suit with visible muscles bulging out of them. He took a sip of his drink as I breathed in his cologne and got a glimpse of the gold watch on his hand.

"No, uh I was just getting a drink," I said as he tilted his head toward me, showing his pearly whites. "Trust me, any woman who can come to a bar and lay her shoes on the floor has just come from a rough night."

I side-eyed him as the bartender refilled my glass and rotated the glass in my hand.

"Don't worry I'm not a weirdo, I just have a lot of experience with women."

"Ohh," I said as I nodded my head and took a sip, a small smirk on my face.

"That totally came out wrong didn't it?"

"No, it came out alright, your a..."

"Womanizer?"

"...yh, pretty much" I laughed as he chuckled and turned to me.

"I'm sorry, my name is Joshua with my line of work, I see a lot of females."

"Huh, wonder why," I said as I finished the glass and got up, holding onto the counter as I pushed my foot in my heels."

"Wait, I didn't mean to scare you off."

"No, it's not you-"

"It's me right?" I tilted my head as he shook his head.

"I just came from a really bad blind date and I need to go before I drink down this entire bar, trust me you do not need to see me drunk."

"Blind date huh? That means your single right?" I paused as I looked him in the eye. He looked at me with curiosity as I caught myself and grabbed my bag.

"Can I at least get a name?"

"I'll think about it" I shouted behind me as I ran out and climbed into an empty parked cab.

/Home/

I dropped my bag on the floor and exhaustedly kicked off my heels. "So? How did it go?" She said as she sprung up from the couch and placed the tub of ice cream on the table

"Oh, it was great."

"Yes!" She exclaimed, pushing her fists in the air and dancing about.

"Until dinner when we were ordering food and he ordered me a salad."

"Uh, I'm confused." She froze and followed behind me as I plopped down on the couch

"My dear friend, my nieve best friend. Whenever a man orders what he thinks you need and not what you want, he's taking the option from you to say what you want. And trust me, first, it's the salad then you can't stay out until a particular time, you can't wear a particular type of clothes because it makes you look fat, you can't see your friends, your in a hole by yourself, you accept bullshit and the person you knew as yourself is in a ditch somewhere along with your pride."

"You got all of that from a salad?"

"Yes, and a piece of advice, don't go for guys because they're all that's left and not what you actually want, you'll die miserable along with the week of dishes you have to wash." She knelt beside me and held onto my arm, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Can we possibly go over the conditions of the contract?" I shook my head as I rubbed her cat on the head and turned up the tv. "Make it snappy!" I said while laughing as she groaned in the floor.