Bye Bye Berlin

Chapter 2: The Party

I just finished my drink when the intercom blasted in my ears.

"Just a few reminders the train has been stopped and will be stopped for the rest of the night on behalf of myself and my staff, we will begin moving tomorrow at 8:00 AM, also the welcome party is starting in a moment so if you would like to attend please make your way over now, Thank you."

I hopped out of my seat and strolled confidently to the party, a crowd of people strolling behind me. I yanked the door open and was met with the most extravagant party room I'd ever seen.

There was a bar, and dance floor, and tables surrounding the dance floor. I waltzed over to the bar when I saw someone already sitting there. He was a man with scruffy short hair. He wore a white long-sleeved button-up, a black tie, and a black waistcoat that trailed off the end of the seat. He had black dress pants and nice dress shoes on, along with a small pair of glasses that rested on his nose. I sat down at the bar and he stared at me. I glanced at him but paid no mind to him otherwise. 

After a moment, he suddenly took my hand.

"Hello, m'lady," he said, kissing my hand. "How do you do?"

"I'm fine, thanks," I responded, pulling my hand away.

He grinned at me. "My name is Ernest Gardener. A pleasure to meet you, beautiful." He winked.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir. My name is Shirley Foster,"

"Could I offer you a drink, m'dear?"

"Why of course, sir, could you get me strawberry daiquiri? I just had one a moment ago and it was simply fantastic,"

"Sounds exotic," he smirked at me. "Bartender! Get me two strawberry daiquiris, please, and thank you." He said with a wide grin.

"Coming right up," the bartender said, grasping for the rum.

"So, what do you do for a living?" I asked him.

"Oh, nothing special."

"Oh, do tell!"

He sighed. "If you insist. I'm an actor."

"Nothing special?? I'm an accountant!"

"Well, to each is their own. I hate my job,"

"How could you ever hate being an actor?"

"Not sure. Just isn't my style," he said, staring at the bartender eager for that drink. "But it pays good money, so, whatever." he beamed with much brighter energy. 

"Hey, bartender, hurry up. I'm waiting for that drink," I said, trying to move the conversation to something else.

"Two Strawberry Daiquiris, one for you sir," he hands the drink to Ernest "And one for you m'lady," I snatch the drink from his hand.

"Cheers?" Ernest says to me with a smirk on his face.

I nodded, and we lifted our glasses, tapping them together with a clink.

Ernest took a sip of his glass and looked visibly disgusted, but didn't say anything.

"How's... y..your drink?" he said, practically gagging up the drink.

"You don't have to drink it if you don't like it," 

"Oh thank god," he said, spitting out the drink. "I'm sorry, but that was disgusting. I'll stick with martinis," We both laughed,

"A dance?" he said with a smirk on his face, leading me to the dance floor. My face blushed so red I swear I must've looked like a tomato.

I stumbled over my heel as I stood up. I stared into his eyes. He grabbed my waist and started to dance. The tune of the music followed in every step. I glanced at my marriage ring on my finger and thought,"What am I doing? I have a husband; I'm cheating on him. But this feels so right, I've never felt this way with anyone before." For some reason I just kept dancing. I felt worse and worse about my morality every step I took. What would my husband do if he saw me like this? Practically moving against my will, my face leaned in towards 

him trying to kiss him. Instead, I was met with his palm all up in my face.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Sorry dear, it's time you realize that you really aren't my type." he said, letting go of me. He rushed out of the room, taking along his leftover strawberry daiquiri. The entire room just stared at me, and I heard whispers of "embarrassment" and "imagine being in that position." I stared at the door as I blinked back tears and hurriedly wiped them away.

"LOOK AWAY!" I screamed as I stormed out of the room and into my quarters. I shoved my face into my pillow.

"What did I do," my heart stung with pain. I curled up into a ball and drifted off to sleep.

What a great night.