When They Met

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The enormous downpour of a nasty rain was going unnoticed inside John's bar, where the drunk lay about minding their own businesses in their respective stalls, while the main bartender looked around, proud of himself for having done another good day's work.

The door to the bar opened quietly, and standing behind it with her hand gripped tightly around the handle was a drenched, wasted girl. This was an unusual sight, thought the main bartender Jerry. A rather fine-looking girl drenched in water strolling into a bar near the beginning of midnight was something you wouldn't see very often.

The girl, supposedly wearing party wear- it was hard to judge with all the water, took weary steps towards the bar counter and looked at Jerry with pleading, teary eyes. "Five shots of tequila, make it fast, please." Said the girl, earning an amused look from Jerry and a few surprised glances from nearby drunkards.

"You sure sweetie? You don't look like you can handle too much of that stuff." Was Jerry's response, which the girl waved off with a clumsy whack in the air and a gurgly 'beh'.

"I just had seven of them.. and I feel great." Said the girl, who had unexpectedly dozed off in the middle of her statement.

Jerry, being one of the most respected bartender of the bartending community, had to be an example for his interns and not refuse beverages to any who entered the bar. Jerry remembered something his brother John, after whom the bar had been named, had said one day when he had hesitated giving a vodka to a teenager- Whenever in doubt, do not fear, just hand the person the goddamn beer.

Remembering this, Jerry chuckled. "Alright lady, but don't say I didn't warn ya'."

"Deal." The girl whimpered, clearly remembering something bad that made tears ooze out of her eyes.

The bartender, ignoring this, took out a tray and neatly laid five short glass cups on top of it, into which he poured the dazzling tequila with an amazing smoothness of hand, which showed how much experienced he was in this business.

Slowly, the girl started working down the tequila shots, getting more and more miserable with every next one.

Ignored by the rest of the bar, the door opened again, revealing the silhouette of a boy, drenched as well, wearing a dark windshield jacket over darker jeans. The boy had a shadow casted over his face by the hoodie he had worn over his head, making it impossible to make out his features.

The boy walked over to the bar counter and said: "Jerry, the usual please." Before noticing a girl about her age slumped on a chair and having too much tequila. "Hey, are you okay?" He said without getting any kind of response from the girl. Taking the seat next to her, he repeated his question, a little firmly this time, to gain a confused look from her.

"Do I know you?" She asked, trying to not choke on her own sobs.

"I don't think so." He answered, concern laced in his tone.

"Good."

That was the last thing she could say before exploding with tears. She placed her head gently on the boy's elbow and let out her agonising story like a swift stream of a river, without earning any interruptions from the stranger she had just confined in.

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A/N
This is a dialogue story, written using 'texts'.
The only other chapter written novel-like will be the epilogue (this chapter was the prologue).
Hope you stay with me till the end of the book :)

P.S. Don't hesitate to point out mistakes and errors throughout the story,
it'll help me edit them.