Ever notice the way alcohol clings to a glass? Especially
brown liquor, it doesn’t flow as easily as milk or water, but it claws at the
glass. It reminds me of the Venom in Spiderman when the church bell rings, the
venom tried to break away from Peter in the movie, but that’s not the point of
my thoughts. Not that I’m a big super hero fan, but randomly thinking of things
is all I have the time to do at this point. Hennessey is my drink and the shot
glass is begging me to devour it. My mouth waters and my throat longs to feel
the burn in sweet anticipation of its passage into my life. Isn’t it funny how
easily people can come into your life, spend time in it and when either of you
grow past each other, the pain of letting them go is the most difficult task to
encounter? Yes, I’m currently in my feelings and I’m trying to decide which
shines brighter, the light dancing on the top of my shot glass or the light ice
skating on my diamond ring. Bottoms up and I slam the counter with the empty
glass . The bar tender looks at me and asks if I would like another, I nod yes
and he pops open another bottle. After drinking an entire bottle and shots from
a second, most bars would have cut me off, but this bartender takes a shot with
me. He’s very cute, tall and slim with nice teeth. He’s already made over a few
hundred dollars in tips and hasn’t asked me how I was going to pay for
anything. I can tell he’s a good dude; raised right. He has the sexiest little
dimple on his left cheek, and it makes me warm all over…. but then again that
might just be the alcohol. The crowd takes a gasp followed by a slew of curse
words as the sport announcer yells ‘goal’ for what seems like three days. I sink
deeper into my feelings…
The crowd’s gasp is what the church sounded like when my fiancé
decided to tell me he couldn’t marry me because he loved my sister and she was
going to have their baby. Seriously, you would think shit like that happens in
movies, but no it was and is my real life. I thought she was crying tears of
joy, happy to see her sister start a new life, but now I know they were tears
of agony. Really, who does shit like that to their own family? Who waits
seconds before saying vows to confess their undying love for your sister? My
life is not real; wait… its too real. It’s so real that I threw a right hook to
his cheek and a knee to Thomas' baby making jewels. He fell to the ground and I’m
not sure if I flew across the church to my sister or what, but I caught the
back of her curly hair and punched her until I was lifted away… At least the
brutality part is what my friend told me I did, but I cannot recall. If I had
to appear in court I would honestly say I had a moment of temporary insanity.
Who wouldn’t in my shoes? Anyway, my name is Christian, I didn’t act like one
in church, my fiancé confessed his sins at the alter on our wedding day, and I
am sitting in a bar drinking until the pain goes away. My friends call me Chris;
I’m a woman’s woman. I love my independence, my intelligence and my ability to
mesh well with anyone. No one from my wedding party or family knows where I am,
but my phone has been blowing up for the past two hours. I’ve only spoken with
three people to let them know I was ok. I think I’ve convinced them well enough
that I am actually better than I can admit. My eyes are puffy because of the
tears I cried before arriving at this bar, but because my make-up is water
proof, at last look, I was still pretty. I’ve taken off my wedding dress in exchange
for my honey moon sexy, black dress and stunning seven inch Loubs my best
friend bought for me. I’d been working
out for a year and lost weight in all the right places, even toned up for the
god’s honey. Snatched was what I do and I did it quite well, even in situations
like these.
My next shot arrives and the smoke in the room fills beyond
my tolerable limits. I grab a couple of crispy bills in my purse and hand it to
the bartender. His eyes are kind; his tone was rich and soft asking me if he wants
me to call a cab. I decline and we stare at each other for what seems like a
few minutes. I’m not sure if he is part vampire or witch, but he had me in a
trance. It seemed as though he was reading my soul or admiring the fact that I
can hold my liquor so well. He flashed that cute dimple and said hang on for a
minute. I start to object, but where the hell do I have to go? A pretty young
thing high fives him on his way out, I gather it’s a shift switch and he unties
his apron. He runs to the back where the smell of wings or pizza triggers the
realization I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I need a meal so I don’t feel like
a total mess in the morning. “Look, I don’t usually do this, but do you mind
joining me and a few of my friends tonight? If you don’t have anything else to
do, I just want to meet a new friend.” Thinking to myself, that’s why Mark created
Facebook, I #minuswell join him. Since his friends were a few blocks up he suggested
walking, until I stood up. He was tall, let’s just say he was well above six
feet and my heels helped me meet him nearly eye to eye. He was admiring my
height, body etc… it was written all over his dimple. He held out his hand and
complimented my shoes, and suggested we ride to the next bar to meet up with
his friends. As we walked to the taxi he described how he and his friends try to
meet up and share laughs, drinks and stories, their usual. During the ride we
had small talk, name exchanges. His name was Jayden, but goes by Jay. He
graduated with honors from a local university a few months ago with his master’s
and studying to pass some sort of test for a job promotion. This job was what
he does to support his habit, but he never actually said what that habit was
actually. I’m not sure why I was so vague with my answers, but I didn’t let him
know that only a few hours ago my life had completely changed. I just want to
have a good time and start the process of healing a broken heart. He seemed fun
and his friends sound like cool people. I just hope the bottle and a half of Hennessey
won’t obstruct my ability to be social…
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