Between the Raindrops | ✓

Ch.34 | Crossroads

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| Jonathan's POV |

I look down at my phone and decline the hundredth call from Lindsey. I go to push my phone back into my pants pocket, but as I try to do so, my phone falls to the wooden floor below and I hear a crack.

I sigh as I stand up, and stumble to bend over and retrieve it. My mind is a fogged blur, and I have a hard time seeing in front of me.

It took me twenty minutes to argue Al into giving me some alcohol. He threatened to call Lindsey himself to come and get me, but I held some dirt over him that I found out back when I used to come here.

Let's just say, his marriage would be over if I were to spill my knowledge.

After I finally retrieve my phone from the floor, I shrug while looking at the cracked screen, and finally shove it into my pocket. The fall made the phone turn off, and I didn't bother turning it back on.

I barely manage to sit back down on the stool, and when I do, I turn and call for Al.

"Al, buddy, why is my glass empty?" I ask a little too loudly.

I see him roll his eyes before turning to face me. "Because you literally just finished it two seconds ago."

"Well, you're the bartender right? I said to keep them coming-", a loud burp interrupts me, "Didn't I?"

A manly looking woman, who sits four stools down from me, wrinkles her nose in disgust at my belch.

I raise an eyebrow at her, and smirk. "Oh please, you look like you could put my burps to shame." I laugh, which makes her glare at me. She gets up, throws a twenty on the bar, and walks out.

Al turns to me again, "Jon, you're driving all my customer's away. I think it's time you went home now. Your wife is probably worried sick." Al tries to convince me to leave, but I'm not finished drinking yet.

"Don't tell me about my wife, when you can't even stay faithful to yours." I smirk, and burp once again.

Al glares at me, and finally he grabs the bottle of whiskey and pours me another shot.

"This is your last one. I don't care who you call, but you need to leave after this one." Al states firmly. I decide I shouldn't fight him on it anymore. It's almost midnight and I'm sure Lindsey is beyond livid.

I take the final shot, since I have no clue how many I've taken tonight, and down it in one solid swig. The booze doesn't burn my throat anymore, it goes down just like water and I smile as I swallow the last drop.

"Thanks Al, it's been a pleasure." I stumble while my feet tries to find the floor.

Once I'm standing straight, I reach into my pocket and pull out my car keys.

"No way, Jon. You are not driving, give me your keys." Al holds his hand out, urging me to listen.

"Al, I'm a grown man. I can drive myself home." I scoff, heading towards the door.

Al is immediately sprinting from around the counter and once he reaches me at the door, he yanks the keys from my hands. I could've put up more of a fight, but I'm doing good just standing.