07-10-2011, 10:55 PM
As usual, the cool drink burned as it went down her throat; she didn’t particularly like the combination of coke and vodka, it was just one of the few drinks she knew the name of and knew that it would get her drunk fast. She ran her eyes over the other customers whom were present this evening, nothing a few familiar faces but not his. A pang of disappointment made itself know, only to be squashed by the following relief; this only confirmed that she’d gotten worked up for no apparent reason. Downing the contents of the glass within her hand, she order a coke on it’s own, not wanting to get too drunk for she had to get up tomorrow for her exciting job as a receptionist. At the thought of work, she suddenly felt glued to the stool and tempted to change her ordered drink, but she knew better than to drink heavily the night before work.
Resting her elbows upon the bars surface, she idly stared at the tv up in the corner of the room, which was tuned into one of the many news channels available these days. The tv itself was muted with subtitles on, but it mattered not; she was happier listening to the music playing in the background and staring at a silent tv than listening to some better-paid-than-her guy talk about a load of depressing stories.
She heard the door open and close and someone occupy the seat near her, but she was consumed with the task of staring at the tv and daydreaming within her mind than she paid the other no attention; to lazy now to turn and face whomever had entered; the soldier guy wasn’t here and that’s, infuriating as it was to admit, all she really had cared about.
Resting her elbows upon the bars surface, she idly stared at the tv up in the corner of the room, which was tuned into one of the many news channels available these days. The tv itself was muted with subtitles on, but it mattered not; she was happier listening to the music playing in the background and staring at a silent tv than listening to some better-paid-than-her guy talk about a load of depressing stories.
She heard the door open and close and someone occupy the seat near her, but she was consumed with the task of staring at the tv and daydreaming within her mind than she paid the other no attention; to lazy now to turn and face whomever had entered; the soldier guy wasn’t here and that’s, infuriating as it was to admit, all she really had cared about.