The One That Got Away

Part 17

I found myself wobbling into some small low key mom and pop owned bar, it looked like it belonged in Tennessee more then right outside of Chicago.

One lone pool table stood at the opposite end of the bar, a jukebox in the corner blaring out something Kenny Rogers.
The walls was dark wood, posters of country singers, neon signs of beer companies.
It was your traditional honky tonk.

The bartender was a nice older man that reminded me of Santa Clause.
His name was Ramsey, and he moved to the United States at the age of three from Holland.

"Yup Ramsey.... Life sucks!"
I drawled after taking down my sixth.... Or twenty sixth shot, I lost count.

I was drunk when I got here.... Now I'm completely much drunker!

"I hear ya on that darling!"
Ramsey replied in a raspy tone, he poured himself a shot and downed it.

"Another!"
I demanded slapping the glossy wood bar.

He poured another glass of amber colored liquid.

There was a bell that chimed indicating someone had just walked in.
"Welcome to Ramsey's!"
The old man threw over his shoulder.

I didn't turn my head, I just downed my drink and wished it could refill itself.

A large figure sat down on the stool next to me.

"I'll take what the ladies having."
He sounded familiar, he even smelt familiar, turning my head.....

"Ahh shit!"
I muttered, completely annoyed.

"Not glad to see me Rabbit?"
Dominic asked in his deep husky voice, his eyes didn't give much away, his usual smirk was playing on his lips.
Black slacks, white button down, black sports coat.

His shiny black dress shoes, matched his shiny slicked back hair.... He looked like your traditional mob boss.

"I'm not in the mood!"
I said bitterly, looking at my empty glass.

Head in hands, he let out a long sigh.

"Damn it Shay I was worried about you why didn't you text me!"
He turned his head to glare at me.

"Another!"
I hissed to the bartender while I stared back at Dominic.

Ramsey refilled my glass and glanced at Dom's still full one.

"Can I get you something else?"
He asked Dom with a white brow lifted.

"No."

The old man looked between us, smiled sweetly and walked away.

"Because I want to be alone for a bit.... How did you even find me?"
I asked, my head felt heavy, but my heart still hurt, no matter how much I could drink tonight, it wasn't going to be enough to change a damn thing in this world!

"Well-"
he sighed and downed his shot, he slammed it down on the bar, than gestured with his index and middle finger to the bartender to come back and refill the cup.

"Rammy leave us the bottle would ya, thanks."

The old man looked like he was going to protest, until he noticed Dom pulling out his wallet and throwing a few large bills on the counter.

He looked from me to him again, left the bottle grabbed the cash and stepped out from behind the bar, disappearing to somewhere in the back.
Leaving us alone.

"Like I was saying, I was arguing with Shelly..... Then your deranged husband comes knocking on our door, and I was about ready to punch him in a coma...."