I Think I'm in Trouble {Reimagined}

IX.

It was about five after seven in the evening when Lindsey would make his way back to the bar to retrieve the beautiful blonde he had met just hours ago. 

Walking in, he scanned the room, but then took notice of the fact that she was seated at the bar talking to some people. He then made his way over to her and he settled his hand on her shoulder gently. 

Suddenly, Shannon's coworker and friend gestured to the gal and she made wide eyes at her when she saw the guitarist approaching. 

The young blonde turned around and she smiled at him. 

Her vivacious personality certainly shone through as soon as she smiled, in fact, it was so familiar to somebody that he felt like he had deja vu, but he knew well he didn't know her; she'd already told him. 

"Well, it's about time you made it," she smirked, rubbing his arm gently.

"Yeah..." he glanced at her drink. "I see you started without me?" he mentioned, taking a seat next to her. 

"I had no choice... You're late."

"Five minutes give or take... There was traffic," he assured. 

"Ah..." she rolled her eyes as she slipped on her drink. 

"What are you having?"

"Whiskey-coke... Becky, give him whatever he wants..." Shannon asked of her friend. 

"You're a whiskey girl?" he lifted his brow. 

"Mm," she nodded. "Tequila makes me mean, beer bloats me, I black out with vodka..."

"And those are some reasons I don't drink," he smirked and then paused. "How old are you again?" he wondered, thinking it sounded as though she had a lot of experience. 

"What do you think?" she wondered. 

"Mm... twenty-five, twenty-six..." he shrugged. 

"Hey, Becky, he thinks I'm twenty-five or twenty-six," she giggled, sipping on her drink.

The girl smirked and shook her head as she brought him a drink.

It was that smile and giggle that told him she was buzzed, but she was bubbly and he was happy to see it. 

"What can I get you?" Becky then slid over and she asked Lindsey.

Pulling his debit card out, he handed it over. "Let me get a regular coke, and I'll pay her bill too."

"You're not drinking?" Shannon wondered. 

"No..."

"You were drinking earlier... Why not now?" 

"I came here to drink and get fucked up, I met you, I went home. I had quite enough for one day and I am not gonna drink more and end up doing something stupid or something that I know I will regret..."

She pursed her lips. "You sound like you're speaking from experience..."

"Loads of it... The seventies and eighties were not kind to me nor my girlfriends at the time," he assured. 

She nodded. "And now?"

"Now, what?" he wondered, taking his drink graciously from the young bartender.

"Do you have a girlfriend now?" she pried. "When you came in earlier, you said that you were having relationship issues..."

"Yeah, I did..." he sighed and cleared his throat. "Based off what happened in my relationship this past week, I'd say, no... I don't have a girlfriend anymore. She wasn't really my girlfriend anyway, it wasn't serious nor exclusive but she decided that she didn't like me hanging out with my old girlfriend," he explained, not wanting to admit to an affair to the stranger.