The Edge Of Yesterday

Chapter 3

"Are you alone, or are you with anybody?" The springy-haired guy asked.

"I was supposed to come in here with my friend, but the bouncer refused to let him enter because he 'looked like a troublemaker " I told him. 

the girl took a puff of her cigarette, sighing. "The bouncer here always does that. He did that to me as well. I just-" 

"Hey," it was a very familiar voice. I turned around.

 "Alex!" I exclaimed. "How did you get in here?"

"You came in through the back, right?" the girl took another puff from her cigarette "same here. It's the best way to get into this place."

"Yes." Alex nodded. "Yes, I did." 

"The people here think that the security here is so good, but they don't realize how many teenagers sneak into here through that back door." the pink hair girl continued. "They're dumb, but that's very good for us."

"Good for us. We can die of alcohol poisoning or get targeted by some old creep." the springy hair guy muttered.

The girl rolled her eyes. "You're saying this like it wasn't your idea to come here." she took another puff from her cigarette, before saying "what drinks do you guys want."

"Anything, really," Alex said. "Something that will make us have fun. Just let mine have ice in it."  

I shrugged. "Same here"

The girl turned around, calling out for a bartender. "Three shots of vodka, please. Just vodka, nothing else. Make one on the rocks."

"I'll take a whiskey." the British boy called out, but the bartender hadn't noticed him, so he just waited.

The girl thanked the bartender as he passed us our drinks, and handed one of the cups to me.

I took a sip, the clear liquid inside burning my mouth, flaming inside of my throat as I swallowed it. I wasn't very fond of vodka and how it felt while drinking it, but I liked the tranquility you felt after you had consumed the drink, a very pleasant sensation. 

The love for that feeling ended up fucking up my life, but I wasn't very aware of the affects alcohol could have on you back then. I had seen all of those depressed drunks on the side of the streets begging for spare change, but I just thought that that couldn't be me. 

"What are your names?" Alex asked as he chgged his vodka. 

"I'm Rosie, and this is Bones." the pink-haired girl smiled, putting out her cigarette on a bright-red ashtray. 

"Your name is Bones?" Alex said to Bones, who was still waiting for the bartender to notice him. "That's awesome."

"Actually, his name is Anthony, but nobody calls him that because that name sounds like some nerdy man in his late thirties that's obsessed with science," Rosie said cattily. "So, everybody calls him Bones because of a tattoo he has."

"But science is pretty cool" I heard Bones mutter under his breath.

I looked at him closely, wanting to see that tattoo, but then I remembered that he was wearing a long-sleeved jacket and jeans, so obviously I wouldn't be able to see anything. I cringed at my own stupidity, even though nobody had seen or heard my thoughts. 

"So, what brings you guys here tonight?" Rosie asked.

Ï shrugged "We were just bored, I guess. It's only our second day here."

Alex nodded.

"Cool, cool." Rosie took a sip out of her vodka. "It's a bit boring here, do you, I don't know, wanna go somewhere else?"