Finallly it is up. I think this 3 or 4 months after I last put this up but it is still here, and I am hopefully going to be uploading this quite a bit more often. Over and oot! :P
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I stood looking out across the dark misty room. The floor seemed to be moving to the pulsating beat that vibrated across the dance floor right to the bar stools where I was currently located. The black and gold theme went right through the building; black walls with gold streaks randomly located. Even the bathroom was decorated accordingly. I had to admit the gold soap was pretty darn cool. It sparkled in the dim light when you moved it from side to side, and yes, I am easily pleased.
What wasn't cool was how my "brother" left me sitting here, alone, while he went to go grind up some cow. I looked around the room for him and sure enough found him in the corner with his hands on the hips of a red head gently whispering some bull shit into her ears. I was also pretty sure this girl was not the one I had seen him leave me with. Bloody hell! He sure meant it when he said he wanted to "get to know the female population" of this town. Catching my eye he sent a quick wink before launching into a dirtily deep kiss with the succumbing red headed girl.
Quickly I swung around in the rotating bar stool not particular wanting to see my brothers oh so public display. I leant against the black granite surface of the bar signalling to the tall bar tender to get me a drink. I guess this is what I get for coming out clubbing with Ali. Should've known. I patted down my black dress as it sneakily tried to rise higher yet. I think I had grown since last wearing it because I knew it was short before, but not THAT short.
"What can I get you?" The bar tender smiled at me and now that he was out of the dark corners of the bar I could see that he was in fact quite an attractive guy. His hair was a light blonde colour with darker streaks of blonde going through it. His light hazel eyes were deep and innocent but there was still a darker blue dotted around his big pupils. He didn't have the raw hotness of Dylan but he certainly wasn't half bad.
"I'll have a vodka and coke please." I returned his warm smile and reached into my bag for my purse as he slipped the full glass onto the bar top. I handed him the five pound note.
"No, no. On the house, I insist." He shook his hand at the note with a gentle flick of his golden hair. I raised a preened eyebrow at him. Don't get me wrong, I like a free drink, but I don't as much when the guy buying it looked so... sympathetic.
"Why are you looking at me like some charity case?" I asked as politely as I could then looked down at my attire. It was my black skin tight dress that I had managed to rake out of my still packed boxed along with a matching black clutch bag. It was certainly nothing special, but I was sure it didn't make me look poor or anything, did it?!
"I am?" The bar tender, guilt lining his voice. Definitely a pity drink.
"Hell yeah you are!" I pushed the drink away from me in decline. Only the tiniest bit reluctant in doing so. The bar tender let out a sigh putting the towel down he was using to dry glasses. Bar tenders always seem to do that...
"I honestly didn't mean to offend you. I just thought you might need a drink. That's all, and I am still insisting." He pushed the glass towards me again. Now he was just asking for it. I flicked my black, curled, hair, that had taken me hours to get perfect before leaving the house tonight, behind my bare shoulder as I leant over the bar slightly. Making sure he would hear me clearly over the loud music.
"Listen up buster. I don't know why you think I am someone who needs your empathy but I certainly do not need your benefaction, so please - if you want to do me a favour - take the mother fucking money before I come back there and do your job for you. Got it?" My finger jabbed the air with the money as I harshly muttered it through gritted teeth.
