Make It There

Mistake

I was greeted by a blast of warm air as I entered the bar. It was fully lit with loud chattering, despite the fact that it was two o' clock in the morning. I sat by the countertop and ordered a beer.

I was all alone, which was what I wanted because I was busy dwelling over my nightmare; I just wanted it to go away.

When I got my beer, I began gulping it down while staring hard at the black countertop, my mind tangled in crazy thoughts. I then heard bells, indicating that a new customer came in. I didn't budge to look up to see who it was.

I then sensed someone sitting next to me; I still stared at the blackness.

"One whiskey, please," I heard the person said.

I almost choked on my beer; that voice sounded so darn familiar. Don't look up, Toosk-- your mind is just playing tricks on you, that's all.

I waved it away and continued drinking and staring.

"Are you...okay?" I heard the person asked me.

I took a sip. "Yeah," I answered gruffly.

"You don't look fine."

"Good to know." I took another gulp, finishing my bottle.

"So...how are you?" the person pressed on.

"Fine." I felt like telling the person to shut up; I did not feel like talking one bit.

"Okay...So you come here often?"

"Sometimes. I dunno." I frowned at the countertop, trying to fight the urge to snap at the person.

"The countertop's entertaining you?" I sensed the person trying to get a good look at me.

"Yup."

"Interesting." He chuckled, getting the message that I was only kidding.

I couldn't help but smile as well. "Good one." I looked up to face the person, which turned out to not be a good idea at all.

Blond hair...that smirk... He was the guy from my nightmare.

I gulped and felt myself turn pale.

"You want another beer?" the guy asked me cooly.

"Ummm..." I was lost at words. I never met this guy, I never knew he existed in reality. But here he was, sitting next to me at a bar, being very friendly. "Sure." I shrugged. "Why not?"

"Good." He took a sip of his whiskey and told the bartender to fetch another bottle. He then turned to face me once again, placing his arm on the countertop. "So, why are you here?"

"Uhhh..." I shrugged with pursed lips. "I dunno." I didn't want to say: "Because I have nightmares of you, creepy dude."

"That's fine, that's fine..." The guy nodded his head. "People come here for no reason at."

I felt a question burning inside me. I had to ask it or else it would literally kill me. "Had we meet before?" I blurted out. I felt my heart pumping loudly, waiting for his answer.

The guy shook his head slowly. "No...I don't think so..."

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. Oh great, now I'm insane.

The bartender came to the rescue and handed me another beer. I took it with with relief and almost downed all of it.

I placed the almost-empty bottle on the countertop and sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just that you look so...familiar..."

"That's okay, no need to apologize..." The guy looked at me strangely, waving his hand in front of me.

Oh no... I thought to myself. He's gonna know...He's gonna know about my dreams... Like as if he was going to know what I had been dreaming about just by looking at my face.