The Affair

Clarence

Intriguing.
Sitting across the bar, glass full of whisky. Her hair was wild,tight curly frizzes sprouting in every direction like the angel-like helix I wore for Halloween. Her hair was pulled into a puff that tilted sideways, Jet-black strands peeping out of her bleached hair. She raised her hands, patting her hair down and adjusting the puff , only for it to fall back down. Her hair was quite too long for it to stay upright. Quite impressive. I'd never seen a black person with hair that long.

I watched as she raised her glass to her mouth, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand smearing her lipstick sideways. Her lips were plump, the bottom lip only slightly larger than the upper, both stained with swirls of red and pink like her dress. She was a mess. A cute one. She bowed her head, continuously hitting it across the table until the bartender lifted her head up. I watched him talk to her with this concerning look on his face, trying to gauge what problems such a pretty woman could have to drink herself to a stupor. She grabbed unto his arm and said something which I couldn't quite make out. He laughed and suddenly a new friendship was born. For half the night I watched him talk to her, the anger rising inside of me was surprising. Out of all the guys she could have picked in this bar, she picked the bartender. Typical 6 foot, dark, Hench and tattoos. I knew I would not get noticed by sitting in the corner watching her so I picked up my beer can and made my way over to her.

I was a few steps away from her when a drunk couple staggered past me. The lady stumbled backwards and my beer spilt on me. Shit. I couldn't approach her like this. I angrily made my way to the bathroom to clean up. In the bathroom I turned on the tap trying to clean my shirt then stopped when I caught a glimpse of my reflection. *sigh*. What was i even thinking. Why would she ever want to date me anyways. Wow. Date. I had really planned a future with a woman i know nothing of. Reluctantly i made my way out of the bathroom and out the club.

In my car I rested my head against the steering wheel. I shouldn't drink and drive but I had no money for a cab neither did I know anyone who could pick me up.

After a few minutes had passed and my mind was now a little bit clear. I slipped my key into the ignition and turned on the headlights.

What the fuck.

A woman was dancing in front of my car, a bottle of gin in her hands. I stepped out of my car to tell the drunkie to shove off and yes it was her. Cliche maybe. I mean I never believed in fate but looking at her swaying from side to side in front of my rusty old Peugeot made me wonder that regardless of the odds. She chose me.

Hhhiiiiiii. She staggered forward, her words slurring and gushing out of her mouth. She was drunk, very drunk and she chose me. Me. She chose me to take her home.

The corners of my lip creased into a smile and I reached out to lead her into my car.