Embodiment of Winter

Meet the Johnsons

Walking into the bar, I quickly sat myself down on one of the bar stools before dropping my bag down to the ground under my feet. Leaning forward, I rested my forehead in the palm of my hand as I let out a sigh. 

"What can I get you?" A mans voice asked, coming from the other side of the bar. I didn't bother looking at him as I sucked in a breath. "Doesn't matter, just as long as it's strong." I grumbled. "Rough day?" He questioned me as I heard him moving to get me whatever it was he would give me to drink. 

"You could say that." I answered. I could hear the door to the bar open because what sounded like at least three or four pairs of footsteps entering. Judging by the sounds coming from the group they were all male, and all seemingly having a much better day than I was having. 

"On the house." The man behind the bar spoke as he set the glass down on the bar in front of me. It was only then that I finally looked up at him. 

"Thanks." I sighed, reaching out and grabbing the glass. The man standing across from me was average height for a male- which pretty much must meant he was taller than me. He was a bit older, and had shaggy brown hair. He definitely seemed like the type to be working in this bar- maybe even owning it. 

Picking up the glass, I downed all of its contents in one go before setting the glass back down. I sucked in a breath as the alcohol lit the back of my throat on fire. "Can I get another?" I requested. 

He looked at me for a few moments before nodding his head. 

Glancing over my shoulder, I looked at the group of people who had come stumbling into the small bar. There were three of them, also all male. Two of them were rather tall, taller than the man behind the bar, and the third was, well, short. Not unnaturally short, I'd say if we stood next to one another we'd probably be the same height. 

The short one seemed cocky as hell, and was dressed as if he'd just come from a business meeting. 

The one standing in the middle, while tall was obviously the youngest of them all. He just had that babyface type look to him. Where in any situation he seems child like, and unsure of what to do. 

The third, tallest of them all, I could tell he was the oldest. While he didn't really look like he could be much older, there was just that air about him. Like the saying 'wise old owl' kind of air about him. He also seemed like the type that I wouldn't be surprised to see out surfing. It was while I was looking at him, that I noticed him looking at me as well. 

Turning back to the bar, I saw that the glass sitting in front of me had been refilled. 

Once more, I repeated my actions from before. Grabbing the glass from the bar, I quickly downed its contents. This time, when I sat the now empty glass back down on the bar I sighed but didn't ask for another. 

"Must've been a really bad day." The man standing across from me chuckled ever so slightly. 

Leaning down, I snatched my bag up from the floor. "As much as I would like to have another, I've just been sacked, so I can't afford it." I grumbled as I began searching for my wallet. 

Pulling my wallet from the bag, I quickly pulled out a bit of what little of the money I had and slid it across the counter. Sliding off the stool, I steadied myself before moving towards the door. Only to be stopped in my tracks by the short one from the group of three. 

"Did I just hear you say you need a job?" He had a smirk on his face as he spoke. I couldn't help but be slightly wary of him as I took a step back. "Uh, yeah." I nodded my head. 

"I'm actually looking to hire someone." He spoke as he began digging around in his pocket. I took another step back. "Yeah, sorry but I'm not interested." I scoffed. Moving to step around him and get the hell out of here, I stopped when I heard him start talking again. I'm not sure why, but I did.