the night we met | h.s

one

The city streets had grown cold. The sun had long ago set and the temperature was dropping, creating a perfect night scene. Night time was always my favorite.

My hands were stuffed in the pockets of my leather jacket and my boots clicked with every step. The wind pushed my hair to the side, resulting in my fingers constantly pushing my light brown hair back in place.

The street I found myself walking down was filled with straggling pedestrians which surprised me considering it was usually a lonesome road. The seldom head lights of cars that flashed by and the massive sign that pointed to my destination, were what lit the narrow sidewalk.

The pink hue of the retro sign fell onto the sidewalk like a shadow and gave every one walking by a pink tint. Drunk strangers spilled out of the doors and as I approached the entrance the overwhelming stench of alcohol hit me.

I slipped through the door surprised the bouncer didn't stop me for my height, almost no one believed I was twenty one. I pushed through the sweaty bodies that were dancing around, coming up with random moves that only made them look ridiculous.

I reached the bar and found a stool to sit on, my feet starting to grow tired considering ten minute walks and tight booties don't go together.

A bartender with tattoos running up both his arms and a flannel shirt around his torso stood in front of me. "What can I get you." He questioned, his voice much lighter than I expected. His dark brown hair was cut short and an obviously still growing beard covered his chin. He turned his head when he heard a loud yell from across the room and I noticed his jawline was sharp enough to cut the glass he held in his hand.

I sat expecting to see a menu of some sort and slouched when I realized there were none. I came here last minute without a plan and the fact that I had been at a bar about once in my life hadn't hit me until now. Even, the last alcoholic beverage I had was a wine and I didn't even know which wine.

"Surprise me." I mumbled, not having any other idea. He cocked an eyebrow at me confused at my request until he shrugged and started messing around with various drinks.

Looking around the bar I noticed everyone else surrounding me was either already buzzed or completely plastered. I had planned to join the 'completely plastered' group. I had planned to become so plastered that I couldn't remember anything. Like tomorrow's future events or tonight's planned events, even the reason that caused me to come here.

Especially the reason that caused me to come here.

I heard glass hit a surface and my head snapped from a perverted sign to a drink that was placed in front of me. A tall skinny glass held an ombré liquid that resembled a sunset and a miniature umbrella was placed in between the ice cubes.

I gave the bartender a skeptical look as he waited for me to try the drink. I looked between the drink and the man multiple times before lightly pushing the drink away. "What is this exactly?"

"That is a virgin Hawaiian sunset cocktail." He explained, pointing at the drink with a content smile. He must have thought I was twelve in order to give me a drink like that.

"No, no, no, I need something to get me wasted." I made clear giving him a serious look before pushing the drink as far away from me as possible. "Like scotch. On the rocks." I informed, thinking of movies where they order scotch and end up seriously drunk.

"I doubt you can handle a scotch." He chuckled, wiping down a wet spot on the counter with a rag he had draped on his shoulder before taking the drink I had declined. "You're getting a vodka martini." He declared as if he knew what was best for me.