Lucky AF (18+)

Sharp Tongue

I'm hiding in a bar behind a bachelor party and two regulars arguing about who is paying this time. I watch my sisters bachelorette party screaming and laughing as they go by on their beer trolley, their tanned toned legs pedaling with their youthful exuberance. That used to be me.I told her I got lost which I did, i just happened to get lost at a bar. It's totally fine. It's her third bachelorette party anyway.

"Hey, your tribe of bridesmaids as fuck just left." I hear a guy say and I glance down at my tank top that says just that.

Bridesmaid AF

I turn and look to see him sitting at the bar in jeans and a black v neck, blue, very blue eyes. He's gorgeous even with his blonde beard and long hair which is totally not my type but I think it is now.

"I'm like tired as fuck right now." I reply as he laughs.

"You look quite awake."

"You don't know my life."

"True. Why don't we have a drink, and you tell me about it."

"Smooth."

"I'm not having sex with you." I add.

"Obviously not. You're tired as fuck."

I offer a small smile as he joins me at my table. He's even hotter up close, because I can see how tall he is and how broad his shoulders are. His beard and long hair ironically lend an air of hyper masculinity towards  him.

"April" I tell him as I hold out my hand. He stares at it for a second before looking at me. I'm being studied beneath his gaze. He finally shakes my hand but wears a smug grin as if he did figure me out. Maybe he has. That would be great because I have no fucking clue who I am right now.

"Luke." He replies confidently like a person who has his shit together. This bearded man with long hair. I know that's super judgmental. I'm working on it.
I order another beer at the same time he orders shots.

"I can't."

"You can. We're getting drunk as fuck."

"No."

"Less sober as fuck?"

I give him a smile for his attempt and take the shot.

"So what do you do?" He asks casually sliding his chair back so I see all of him. It's like he's picked a pose that perfectly highlights his best features. There are women staring at him. Many of them. It takes me a minute to answer.

"I'm a writer."

"No shit?" He answers surprised. "What do you write?"

"I've been working on a Thriller but it's like year 3 and I don't see it going anywhere. I'm having a terrible case of Writers Block."

"That happens to me with songwriting as well. Some days I'm fire, some days I'm just smoke."

I take out my small journal that I keep with me at all times and write that down.

Some days I'm fire. Some days I'm just smoke.

I fold it and then hand it to him.