Night Stories #1
by Silver
I'm not a drinker. Heck, I don’t even like the taste of beer. But what else are you gonna do in a bar? So there I was in this bar I’d never gone to before. I had just gotten off from work and wanted to kill some time and maybe play some pool against a worthy opponent. I was on my sixth game when I ordered another beer. Again, I’m not a drinker. It just so happens that this night I was, since the bartender was a gorgeous, smiling brunette. When she served me my beer she smiled prettily again and I made sure to give her the most courteous ‘thank you’ in the world, and of course, the most charming smile I could produce. She was really a beautiful woman and kind of young to be a bartender. I went back to my game. I won the next three games. Not that anyone cares, but there really was no match for me. I kept playing, always aware of her looking my way. She wasn’t being very conspicuous, but neither was I, so I returned the looks in between shots. Finally, I lost to a guy with a tattoo of a bulldog on his shoulder. Interesting… I’d been waiting for someone to give me some entertainment. So I go up to the bartender and order another beer. This time I don’t look away and just keep looking at her with a little smile on my face. She sees me and she smiles again. A beautiful smile. And without thinking twice I told her she had a beautiful smile. She said ‘thank you’ and even in the dim light I could see her blushing. When she handed me the beer she asked my name. I told her and asked hers. “Chelsea- she said-, and I get off in an hour.” That actually took me by surprise, because I had the impression that she was sort of shy, but I managed to say ‘I’ll be waiting, then’ and walked back to my game with a full smile on my face. I hadn’t planned on this, but I was definitely happy about it. I didn’t have anything else to do and I was free at work the next day so whatever happened tonight was indeed very welcome.
Should I continue?