The Garavaglias

Chapter 4

Part 2; Chapter 4

Summer-
Apart of me felt guilty for the shoving past Norm, the doorman who'd only ever been sweet to me during me and Beau's short rendezvous. He'd even been excited to see me return tonight, commenting that we needed to catch up and he had new pictures of his grandchildren.
That part made me feel extra guilty.
But I couldn't let him see me in such a messy state, nor risk Beau catching up to me. And now as I walk along the New York streets at 1 am, his face when I pushed him out of my way and his grandchildren's new pictures is all I can think about.
It was an unusually warm night with a slight breeze. The breeze helped me center myself. I was of course, looking to self sabotage. It would only make sense to stumble upon the same bar Beau and I had our first "date".
I stood outside of the doors for a while, knowing full well that I should just call it a night. But that little itch inside of me was becoming unbearable. The itch to fuck up. Admittedly I'd felt it as soon as I laid eyes on Beau. He'd looked... bigger. His biceps were practically bulging out of his shirt sleeves. I felt an embarrassing throb begin between my legs. God, I needed help. I opened the bar doors, walking into the karaoke bar, it was complete chaos. Drunk people were dancing and singing, cute girls were dancing on the bar tables as if they were in Coyote Ugly.

"Excuse me." I yelled over the loud music to the bartender who was staring up one of the girls skirts. He looked at me and gave me a warm grin.

"Hello beauty, what can I get you." His eyes looked like pools of honey. I'd almost forgotten that he was just being a pig. His British accent and messy blonde hair also distracted me. Pretty men. I love pretty men.

"Drink?" He asked, smirking.

"Sorry, can I get a vodka soda, two limes please." I smiled back. He nodded, his eyes lingering on my breasts a little too long.

"It's free if you get up there and dance." He shouted, as he mixed my drink, adding a little more vodka than soda. Just how I liked it. I shrugged and took the drink from him, pulling out some cash.

"I'm not drunk enough yet." I winked.

"It's still free." He smirked, handing me back my cash. I smiled a thanks then squeezed lime into the glass. I walked over to a surprisingly empty table and took a seat, surveying the crowded bar. I almost groaned out loud realizing this was the same booth we'd sat at.

I wonder how Annabelle is doing.

The bartender sat down across from me smiling.

"It's my break, mind if I sit here?" He said, nonchalantly. I nodded.

"Rough night?" I asked.

"Why do you say that?" He cocked his head to the side, this time studying my face instead of my boobs.

"You're drinking straight whiskey," I reached out and took the glass from him taking a small sip. He smirked. "That's my 'fuck it' drink." I finished.

"What's your 'I'll fuck anyone right now' drink?" He eyes flashed playfully.

"Water." I replied simply. He laughed. I drank my drink, wishing I could do a quick line.

"What's your name Beauty." It was more of a demand than a question.

"Summer." I responded, his eyes looking deep into mine. It was hard to look away.

"Mmm. Summer." He tipped his glass to me. I hadn't even noticed that I'd finished my drink. But I did feel a bit more drunk. "Another?" He smiled.

"Is it free?" I asked flirtatiously. He nodded, moving to stand up. Then he leaned down close to my ear.