THE DRUNK CALL

#6

Well, those few drinks turned into a lot of drinks without realising. I keep talkin' about my breakup and how I got cheated by my ex and that bartender kept listening to me with pity in his eyes.

"Nope, don't do that," I said.

"Do what?" He asked.

"That. 'I feel so sorry for you' look. I hate when people pity me." I said taking another sip from my drink.

He didn't answer and started to arrange glasses on display.

"Can I get one more?" I asked him sweetly.

He huffed and looked at me.

"I get it you had a bad day but this is not a solution to your problem. You already had more than enough. No more drinks for you today." He said but it's more like he was scolding me.

"First I lost my parents, then my boyfriend cheated on me and now you're scolding me?" A sob left my mouth.

"Hey, hey don't cry. And when did I scold you? I was telling you. I didn't scold you." He panicked and tried to calm me down.

"But you refused to give me drinks," I said, still sobbing.

"Fine, stop crying, I'll give you another but this is going to be the last. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," I said smiling instantly.

He shook his head and made me another drink.

He got me another drink and I heard my phone ringing. It was again Mr stranger messaging me. I took the phone and called him. Let's finish him too.

"Hello, stranger" he replied in one ring.

"What's your problem? Why are you keeping messaging me? For fuck sake I  don't want to talk to you or anyone. You all men are the same. You all love to play with people's feelings and then act as nothing happened. I hate you, I hate this whole men population." I shouted and everyone in the club looked at me.

"Isn't it too early to get drunk?" The stranger said.

"Why do you care? I can do anything I want." I snapped at him. Who is he to ask me what I'm doing and not?

"Jesus, women, you're something else. Did you fight with your boyfriend again?" He asked and by the tone he wanted me to talk to him.

"Don't even mention him. I hate him. Fucking bastard have the nerve to cheat on. That too with his office colleague. I mean how can you do that? If you wanted, then you should have chosen someone from outside but an office colleague? That sounds so cheap. He had no class at all." I said and the person chuckled.

" Why are you laughing? Is there anything funny? Is my pain funny to you?" I asked angrily.

"Not at all. I didn't mean like that but seriously, are you alone?"

"Why care? And no I'm not alone. I have this handsome bartender with me, who makes the best drinks in the world." I said, making the bartender smile widely.
"Can you tell me where you are?" He asked.

"Why would I tell you?"

"Because the bartender sounds really skilled. I want to try his drinks too" he said and I heard a little shuffling from behind.

"Ah, you should definitely try, he's the best. " I told him the address of the club and he cut the call when his work was done.

So rude and mean.

"One more drink please" I ordered again.

Unknown POV.

"Hey, where are you going? You have a meeting in 10 minutes." My best friend shouted as I made my way out of the office.