07-10-2011, 08:45 PM
(Set a few months after last thread; more human-bar fun xD)
Like a foolish coward, she’d been avoiding the place ever since; rationally, she knew the chances of encountering him again were near impossible and that enough time had passed that she should have gotten over things. But she hadn’t and that was the simple, honest truth. Every time she passed the pub, every drink she had and every time that god awful song came on the radio she found herself reminded of him. Initially, she’d tried to think things through in her head; it was a kiss, he was merely winding her up and she shouldn’t let it get to her. Then she’d hit the denial phase of repeatedly telling herself she wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest. Now, she was standing outside the pub doors, forcing herself to go in there and prove that the arse of a soldier wouldn’t be there.
She wrapped a hand around the door handle, her knuckled complained with the movement; red and sore still from when she’d taken her frustration out on a nearby wall. Not one her smartest ideas she had concluded, but at the time it had provided some relief to simply hit something. Pulling the door upon, she stepped inside and approached the bar. To make a stronger point that she was being silly, she’s dressed in camouflage patterned cargo trousers and a loose black t-shirt with foreign writing all over it in various fonts and white lettering. As she reached the bar, she choose the stool she believed she sat on last time and ordered a vodka and coke; noting that the bartender was a different one. See, no idiotic soldier and nothing bad has happened… what the heck was I making a big deal out of?!
Like a foolish coward, she’d been avoiding the place ever since; rationally, she knew the chances of encountering him again were near impossible and that enough time had passed that she should have gotten over things. But she hadn’t and that was the simple, honest truth. Every time she passed the pub, every drink she had and every time that god awful song came on the radio she found herself reminded of him. Initially, she’d tried to think things through in her head; it was a kiss, he was merely winding her up and she shouldn’t let it get to her. Then she’d hit the denial phase of repeatedly telling herself she wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest. Now, she was standing outside the pub doors, forcing herself to go in there and prove that the arse of a soldier wouldn’t be there.
She wrapped a hand around the door handle, her knuckled complained with the movement; red and sore still from when she’d taken her frustration out on a nearby wall. Not one her smartest ideas she had concluded, but at the time it had provided some relief to simply hit something. Pulling the door upon, she stepped inside and approached the bar. To make a stronger point that she was being silly, she’s dressed in camouflage patterned cargo trousers and a loose black t-shirt with foreign writing all over it in various fonts and white lettering. As she reached the bar, she choose the stool she believed she sat on last time and ordered a vodka and coke; noting that the bartender was a different one. See, no idiotic soldier and nothing bad has happened… what the heck was I making a big deal out of?!