A loud bar in a loud town, filled with so many people it would be impossible to know everyone or to see everything, coming here you come close to both, I wouldn't believe the stories I hear in this place, I'm here every night nothing to go home for, and every day it gets louder and more popular, i like the silence, when I have a drink I don't wanna hear three girls talking about how much of a jerk Johnny is or what did that bitch do now?, call me selfish but I just want the music on and the people off, just until I leave,
I see guys come hear and hit on every girl they see, you can always tell who's going home with what, it's mostly a hand, but who am I to judge,
Around 1:00am is when they all start to leave and from then on it's just me till closing time
"want another drink there james?"
the bartender says with the most beautiful smile on her face,
"How do you always know?"
"It's a gift"
She hands me a beer and holds her hand out, if money didn't exist I would of drunk myself the death, I hand her the normal amount
"You know, I come hear fairly often but I don't know your name"
"yeah you don't"
"That was me asking for your name"
"Allison, my name is Allison"
I nod to her not wanting to say anything more, that was enough socialising for the night.
YOU ARE READING
The crossroads
RomancePeople think stories aren't true, just there to give you a fright, and to tell children late at night, but what they don't know is that some of them you should be scared of.
