Tonight I was just a girl in a bar. I wore a tight red dress and my blonde hair was curled. My makeup was done and I wore a pair of black heels.
Tonight I wasn't the girl with no parents. I wasn't a girl who cried when she thought of her past. I wasn't the girl who thought she was gonna die every time she got into a car.
I was just a girl in a bar.
The air was thick, drunk people being their obnoxious selfs. Smoke filled the air from the men playing pool and the girls who were trying to forget.
My focus was towards the ice in my glass of water, my straw slowly stirring it around as I wondered if I'd been stood up.
I fully intended on getting drunk tonight, having a little fun and letting loose. The glass door from the front opened, my head snapping up at the sound of the bell.
I smiled, a dark haired boys eyes landing on me from across the room. He smirked, taking in my outfit. I mean, it was a lot different than my scrubs.
He ran a hand through his hair, one piece still managing to fall in front as he made his way over.
"Hey there stranger." He took a seat on the stool next to me, leaning against the bar with one arm holding him up.
"A fine night isn't it?" I giggled, bringing my straw to my mouth.
"Indeed it is." He nodded, sitting up straight and calling for the bartender.
Cole grabbed my glass of water from my hands, encouraging me to order an alcoholic beverage. I rolled my eyes, and turned towards the bartender.
"One sex on the beach, please." I grinned, letting the words roll of my tongue with ease.
Like I said, I am getting drunk tonight.
I turned to Cole and he chuckled, unimpressed by capability to order a drink. I blew a piece of hair out of my face, now taking in his outfit.
He wore a pair of tight, black skinny jeans and a plain, white tee shirt. The shirt hung loosely on his torso, causing my lip to find it's way in between my teeth.
This was the first time we were seeing each other in actual clothes instead of scrubs and hospital gowns.
He stayed in the hospital about a week for recovery, going home for the last of it. Whenever I had time to spare or had to eat lunch, I'd spend it in his hospital room.
He was lonely, his brother didn't live in New York so he only stayed around for the first two days until he had to catch a flight.
We flirted and laughed, overall making it to when he left miserable. He was my best friend over those couple days.
"You look nice." He complimented, paying for the drinks the bartender had just set in front of us.
"You don't have to pay for me." I dodged his comment, sipping my fruity drink.
"You know that's not going to get you drunk." He laughed, bringing his Long Island iced tea to his mouth.
"It won't?" My cheeks reddened, embarrassed by my lack of knowledge on drinking.
"Nope." He shook his head.
"Fine." I smirked.
"Then order us something that will."
"You sure?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Very." I grinned.
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"You think you're all big and tuff, don't you" I slurred to the big men at the pool table, waving around my drink in my hand.
By now Cole and I were extremely drunk, he had ordered us shots of tequila and it only took me about 2 to get drunk; let alone six.
"I bet I could beat your asses at pool any day."
"Why don't you go back to shoe shopping little girly." One of the drunk men teased, causing the rest to laugh.
Cole was stood beside me, him probably being more drunk than I was. I handed him my drink, walking up to one of the men and taking his cigarette. I set it between my middle and pointer finger, taking a drag of it to show off.
I stepped outside onto the porch, my little silk blanket wrapped in my arms. I had heard the sound of crying from where I fell asleep on the couch.
"Mommy?" I watched as my mother held a white stick to her mouth, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Yes darling?" She blew out smoke.
"Why do you use those?" I asked.
"To relax, but they're only for grownups." She smiled down at me, taking her hand and running it under her puffy eyes.
"Grandma says those will kill you." I sniffled, confused as to why my mother would use them if she would die.
"Please don't die mommy."
"I'm not going anywhere sweety." She put out the cigarette, grabbing me up and bringing me inside.
I drew back the pool stick, sending the white ball into the eight ball which sent it into the pocket.
"And that." I shoved the pool stick into the guys chest.
"Is how you play--" I slurred, holding my finger up before blacking out and falling into someone's arms.
