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^^Rebecca^^
The bar reeked of alcohol. I don't know how I found myself here. I was on my third glass of whiskey. Some people were dancing to the music. I've rejected many people, mostly men, when they tried to offer me a drink in an attempt to flirt with me. I just wanted to drown my sorrows in alcohol. The bartender passed by and refilled my glass yet again. I wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone. I turned and witnessed as another man sat on the empty seat next to me.
"What are you in here for?" I turned to face the guy. To say he looked intimidating was an understatement. He had gauges, like huge ones, and many tattoos. What struck me odd were his eyes. One was a mixture of gray and blue, an average eye color, while the other one was easily noticeable as an electric blue colored contact. His eyes were rimmed with smudges of black makeup.
I lifted my glass to him. "Alcohol," I answered as simple as possible. He smiled and raised his glass.
"Wouldn't you go somewhere quieter if you just wanted alcohol?" he asked with a slight smile. I narrowed my eyes at him. I didn't want to speak to anyone, especially such an intimidating man, but something intrigued me to talk to him.
"What are you trying to imply?" I asked. I turned over in my seat, so I was facing him. "Why are you here?"
"Alcohol." A grin broke through my miserable state of mind. "I have alcohol at home, but, you know. It's always fun to talk to strangers."
"Is that we are?" I taunted. I drank some of my whiskey. He reached out to shake my hand. I shrugged and grasped his hand, giving it a slight shake.
"My name is Josh," he introduced with a small smile. His eyes glinted with mischief.
"Well, Josh, do you want to be strangers?" He leaned over and picked something from my purse.
"No, I don't, Rebecca." I snatched my ID back from him and shoved it back into my purse. "Now we're acquaintances."
"You could have simply asked for my name," I scoffed with a slight scowl.
"I thought you would have said it after I mentioned mine," he stated with a smirk.
"Tell me, Josh, why are you here? Surely, a guy like you must be able to find a place where you'd fit in more."
"I fit in perfectly just fine," he defended.
"You have a bunch of college students dancing around, hoping they can get laid. You're dressed in a black suit with makeup on your face. And you're missing a contact. Explain how you fit in?" A laugh broke from his lips as he stared down at me.
"I'm actually not," Josh began to defend. "I just came back from a photoshoot. This is how I dress on a daily, believe it or not." I raised an eyebrow at him. I had my glass refilled with whiskey. I swirled the glass around before taking a drink.
