Who Says I'm In Love?

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చolf whistles could be heard clearly from across the street. 

Keep it together, keep it together.

I continued walking, even though the inner part of me wanted to beat the boys to pulp. 

I was extremely pissed at the moment, and the cat calls were not improving my mood. My chucks moved silently on the pavement. Thankfully, the vulgar comments stopped upon entering a dimly-lit bar.

"Tina, long time no see."

Pulling up a chair Norton, the bartender came to my aid. 

"I need a scotch and a brandy. Now."

He raised his eyebrows. "What's got your knickers in a twist?"

I stared painfully hard into the ligneous counter. "Just get the drinks, dammit. I don't want to talk."

Pursing his lips, he poured the amber liquids into two glass cups. 

"There you go, ya 'nark."

I threw back both of them in a manner of seconds. It burned like Hell, but I had gotten accustomed to the feeling. When angry, it helped numb it a little.

"Thanks Nort." a slight smile appeared on my lips for the first time today.

"Uh, huh, now you're nice to me."

"C'mon cut me a break! I was mad as a bull, all those stupid boys outside, and my fuckin'..."

"Relax, doll." I narrowed my eyes at him. Raising his hands in defense. "Sorry, sorry, I forget you don't like that name..."

"Straight up. Never say it again." I pulled out a pack of my cigs a lit one. 

I breathed in the smoke and soon after, released it, letting it puff from my lips.

"Your mother know you're here?"

I laughed "You think I'd be around to tell you? Don't speak a word, or i'll skin you me'self."

"I would never." he grinned wickedly.

"Good. Now, would you get me another brandy?"

"If you leave here drunk, I'm not takin' ya home."

Rolling my eyes, I continued to smoke the cancer stick.

"We've got some lads playin' t'night. Gonna stay?"

"Sure. I've got nothin' better to do." I shrugged. There was no way I was going back to the Hell hole called 'home'. Mum had nothing good to say, and I had nothing good to say to her neither. I wasn't going back there.

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Liverpool was oddly silent tonight. It was as if the world had pressed pause. That was, until five boys popped on stage. 

The few people who were in the bar, turned to them in interest. More people came through the creaky doors, most of them girls who seemed to be far too young to be here. 

Not that I should have been here myself. I'm only seventeen, but I can take hard liquor as well as a man at 30.

The lads called themselves "The Beatles", and if I had to be honest, they were quite good. I had quite a fair share of rock n' roll, and they covered Chuck Berry like I had never seen before. I tapped my foot gently to the drums, and nodded my head ever so slightly. 

Once they had finished their ensemble, I turned back to my forgotten drink. I absentmindedly started humming, Johnny B. Goode, and one of the boys seemed to take notice.