Do You Remember? | rewriting

Middle Fingers Up

Harry eyed the brochure lying in front of him. He got a hold of it and flipped through the pages, hoping for at least one of the bars to look appealing. There it was! "Happy endings", the name of the bar. It was the first thing that caught his eye. The title was printed in neon pink letters.

Anastasia was smoking her third cigarette, leaning her head on the back of the chair and her legs thrown up on the table, flashing her black converse. She thought about her boyfriend, how he was going to come and visit her, here in Vegas, in a week. She couldn't wait. Was it wrong that she was deeply happy, even though the man sitting next to her had by far the worst day of his life? Life was never fair. She knew that from her 28 years of living.

"Happy endings it is," Harry raised the brochure pointing at the bright letters.

She took the paper to read about it. Opening hours: 11pm - 6am. It is only 10 pm!

"Buddy, we still have to wait for another open till you can have your happy ending," Anastasia giggled at her pun.

"Stupid pun. It was not funny!" Harry said with no emotions at all.

"Looks like someone is not having a good day," As soon as those words came out of her mouth, she realized what she said was not clever.

"No shit, Sherlock!" He laughed away the pain. The nicotine of the cigs made him feel a lot better than before. He missed the smoke filling up his lungs, knowing what he was breathing in.

Anastasia remembered the big bottle of vodka sitting on the table. She held it up and asked for glasses to drink out of. After all, they were adults, at least their papers said so.

"We are not fucking 50, give me the bottle. We are getting mortal tonight!" Harry howled like an animal.

The woman was weirdly amused by the fact that he had not changed at all. And it sounded like he might have stolen the slogan from Garry, Geordie Shore. She knew, that he was going to be her responsibility. Anastasia did not mind. 

Harry drank straight out of the bottle. After about three big sips he paused and shook his head like a dog would, after getting a fresh shower. He held the head of the bottle to Anastasia's direction. She placed her hand around it and took a sip and passed it on to him. After all, he had a reason to get wasted. 

She played the song "Pretty Girl" by Maggie Lindemann because she felt that the song perfectly described her. The volume was turned up all the way. Harry was about to say something but got lost for words. He did not mind her choice of music. Anastasia hummed to the song and then started to sing.

"I forgot how good you actually sing! Like seriously, if you wouldn't be a psychologist, you could have been easily a singer." He smiled and pointed at her with the bottle. "I love the song! MIDDLE FINGERS TO THE WORLD RIGHT HERE!" Harry screamed from the top of his lungs and help up both of his middle fingers to the clear night sky.

What the heck, Anastasia thought to herself and screamed the same thing, held up her middle fingers up and tried to balance her cig in between of her teeth.

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