Text For A Good Time (Joshler)

Ink and Wine

I sat at the table, completely bored out of my mind. My fake tan and makeup coated girlfriend jabbers on about how her best friend has bigger boobs and whiter teeth than her. I space out, looking around the low lit restaurant.

My eyes fall on to an ink smudge on the white tablecloth. The waiter comes to take our orders, so I dismiss it for the time being.

My girlfriend, Tiffany, flirts with the waiter, pushing her chest out and winking at him. I don't care. She's just something my mother threw at me in hopes I would give her some grandchildren.
I'm only 24, but Mother seems to think I'm running out of time. She always was a crazy old bat.

I smile to myself, thinking of all the good times we've had.

Unfortunately​, Tiffany thinks I'm smiling at her.

"What's so funny?" she sneers. She hates my guts, but sticks around for the money my father left for me after his fatal car crash.

"Nothing, just thinking about the past, which is so happy because you weren't a part of it," I say, leaning back in my chair, "Ah, what good times they were."

She scoffs, throwing her napkin onto her plate. She glares at me as she fixes her red leather dress and leaves, handing a slip of paper to the waiter. He blinks in surprise as he walks back to the table with the bottle of wine I had ordered.

"S-she gave me her number...?" he says, giving me a disoriented look.

"Ya, have fun with that. She's a snake," I say, pouring a glass of blood red wine.

He stumbles away, still supremely confused. Poor guy.

As I sip my wine, I look down at the table again. I find the ink blot once more. I consider investigating for a few seconds before setting my glass down and pulling the cloth closer to my face.

It appears to be a phone number. I squint at the barely discernable numbers. I can make out most of them.

I contemplate why someone would write their phone number on a table cloth in one of the finest restaurants in Manhattan. I continue to think about it as I punch it into my phone. I decide not to call, but to text.

Me: Hello

I set my phone down and go back to my wine. I take a few sips before it buzzes, signalling a reply.

?: Who is this?

I chuckle, thinking the same thing.

Me: My name is Josh. I found your number on a tablecloth.

?: OMG, my friends dared me to do that a couple days ago on my birthday!

I laugh, remembering times when I had friends who would give me stupid dares like that. A couple of people look at me, giving me odd expressions.

I stand and pull my suit jacket on, extracting $150 for the meal from my wallet. I scrawl a quick note on an old receipt, telling the waiter to keep the change and the bottle of wine.

I walk out of the establishment, looking for adventure.

Me: Happy belated birthday.

I catch a cab and head to my secret apartment. My family loves to randomly pop by my place, so I have another one that they don't know about. It's for the sake of my privacy and sanity.

?: Thanks. My name is Tyler, btw

I quickly put the name as his contact.

Me: Nice to meet you, Tyler.

Tyler: You too. This is really funny tbh

Me: Why?

Tyler: Cause my friends told me some hot rich chick was gonna call and offer me a thousand bucks lol

Me: Sorry, she was on the other side of the table. She would have been giving you my money, anyway.

Tyler: Oh, so you have a gf?

Me: No, she sticks around for the money.

Tyler: Oh, ok. That kinda sucks

Me: It's fine.

Tyler: Hey, do you want to get a coffee in 20?

I wasn't expecting him to be so open to meeting. I thought about it for a minute, and decided that this was to be my adventure.

-A/N- I needed something to do and this fine idea popped in my head. Each chapter will alternate between Josh's POV and Tyler's POV. I know it's short, but bare with me. If you see any errors, let me know, and constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated :) I hope you enjoyed this bit, and will continue to enjoy the next bits.

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