Calli.
So maybe it wasn't the best idea to come to the bar wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants.
On top of that my hair hadn't been washed in three days, meaning that it's was unbelievably greasy. I don't get how people can go days without washing their hair and it doesn't become greasy.
My eyes had bags underneath them that looked like they belonged on someone's grandma.
Love you grandma.
Oh yeah, and let's not forget the puke stain that was present on the front of my sweatshirt that probably makes me have an awful aroma.
So this defiantly wasn't my day, or my week, or - actually my life just isn't all that swell at the moment.
"Another round for you Calli?" Keegan slightly smiled, asking me.
I weakly nodded my head, not looking up from my empty glass. I pushed it forward awaiting my refill and just tugged at my sleeve.
"You know Calli, you've been here for two hours, don't you think your parents are expecting you shortly?" Keegan questioned, pouring my drink into my glass.
My eyes momentarily locked with his pale green ones, and I could see the concern float through them. I shrugged and drank the vodka all at once. I heard him sigh.
"C'mon Calli, I think you've had enough for one night. You have one more and you'll end up walking the streets asking people which basement they've been keeping Santa locked up in like you did last time,"
"I can handle my liquor fine Keegan," I said, causing him to scoff.
"Clearly," He said, rolling his eyes.
"Yo! Bartender dude, over here my man! Another round for me and this pretty lady!" A man across the room shouted.
"Well that's my que, but please Calli, listen to me and go home," He insisted.
"Yes dad," I said.
"Goodbye," He chuckled, shaking his head and walking off with a bottle in his hand.
I needed more vodka, or just more of something. I reached over the counter and grabbed the first bottle my hand came across and poured the liquor in my glass. I sat the bottle down next to me and took a sip of the drink. As soon as the drink ran across my tastebuds I spit it right back out. Rum. I hate rum.
"Bartenclerk! Yeas yous, over heres!"
"Wanna get out of here?"
"Ew, Channing is not even that attractive. Wait you know him personally? Maybe we could all get together next weekend?"
"My boss is such an asshole. He spilled coffee all over one of the employees, but I hate that bitch so it's okay,"
"What is that girl wearing?"
"You look much better as a blonde, you need to dye your hair back,"
"She's so fake,"
"She tries way too hard,"
"Who's hard?"
"Really Mikey!"
These people, they never shut up. Always yapping about some random shit that they think others care about, but they don't. All these assholes are giving me a headache.
You had one way before you even walked into this place.
I put my arms on top of the counter and rested my head against them.
