Chapter 220
"What can I get you tonight?" he asks.
"I need a couple of shots, hit me with whatever is your best," I say as I take my phone out of my pocket and place it on the counter.
Time passes by fast and about two hours later, at around 10PM, I'm already dead-ass drunk, everything is starting to get blurry now. Maybe just a little blurry, because I am not yet nearly passed out.
As I am busy minding my own damn business, someone catches my attention from the corner of my eye. A lady. Not just any lady, but a very gorgeous one. She catches me staring and I hold my breath.
My fucking goodness! She looks like Kyrah!
My eyes shoot wide open when she flips her dark and curly hair. Kyrah used to curl her hair that way. She's in a very tight and short dress, the color is hot pink. Unaware, my lips part and my throat runs dry instantly as she takes a seat right next to me and she turns to look at me, then she smiles.
Well, she doesn't look exactly like Kyrah, but her hair and body remind me of Kyrah. Even her perfume smells like Kyrah's.
Fuck! Am I seeing things already? Hallucinating? Hell no!
She's really hot! Like smoking hot!
For two years I have never looked at any other woman the way I am looking at this one right now. Yeah, I have been with women on one night stands, alot, ever since Kyrah and I broke up, nothing serious at all, but this girl makes me want to spend not only one night with her, but a couple of nights would do. Then I'll probably get tired of her and get rid of her.
"Are you gonna keep staring forever?" she finally speaks and my heart drops when she smiles again.
"Err... My bad. I don't normally stare at women like that. You just caught my eye," I say and lick my dry lips.
"Well, today's your lucky day, you caught my eye too," she says and stretches her hand for me to shake, "Hi, I'm Dana. Dana Barnes," she says and I grab her hand which is very soft, like cotton.
"Dawson. Blake Dawson. Nice to meet you. Tell me, what is a fine, young lady like you doing in this kind of place on a weekday?" I ask and place my elbow on the counter.
"Ah! Good question," she snorts, "Work can get a little out of control sometimes, so I pop in a bar any chance I get, on my way home," she says and flips her hair.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I ask nervously and she giggles and nods.
"Sure. I don't mind a drink from the famous Blake Dawson." She winks at me and I snort as a smirk forms on my face.
"Alright. Seems like you already know me. Why don't we get to know each other more over a very good drink," I say and wave Bill over and when he's done attending to a customer he walks over.
"Sir?" he says.
"Bill, I want a bottle of courvoisier and two glasses for the lady and me," I say with a voice full of pride.
"Coming right up, sir," he says and walks away.
I'm already getting dizzy minute by minute and I don't have any idea how long I have until I pass out. But a few more drinks won't hurt, Bill will take me home as he always does. I pay him for that.
***
After an hour or so, I guess, the bottle is almost empty, but I'm the one who's been drinking the most. I think... what's her name again? Dona? Madonna? Dora? Diana? She's only had two glasses.
"What's... You're name again? Sorry, I— I keep forgetting." I burp loudly and unapologetically.
"Dana," she says over the loud music. "You're really drunk. Don't you think you've had a little too much?" she says and I hiccup before responding and holding one... or two fingers up to her face. I'm not even sure how many hands or fingers I have right now, I'm seeing double.
"Nothing is too much for this guy," I point at myself and poke my chest with my index finger twice. "Plus, so much has been going on in my life... staying sobber... makes me feel like a broken vase... so... getting... d-drunk is my only... way to stay sane... I forget some of my problems... And... And I get to sleep for as long as I can," I say.
I don't know what I am saying right now, but telling a stranger my problems is something that has never been on my list. Especially now that almost everyone knows who the fuck I am.
Who fucking cares? I can tell anyone anything I want... Shit!
"I'm so sorry about what you're going through. Feel free to tell me anything, I am a good listener," Dana says and places her warm hand on my upper thigh and I choke on my saliva and begin coughing.
"Are you okay?" she asks, a look of concern on her face.
"Yeah... Yes. Dana, have you ever... had your life's walls crumble down and for some reason... you just can't seem to get them back up again? That's how I feel... right now. My life went... from a hundred... to zero in a matter of... months, just a few... years ago," I say and lucky enough, I don't have to shout over the music, the volume is now at a moderate level.
"I understand you very well. I have gone through such a time in my life. What exactly is bothering you," she asks and I hesitate before I open my mouth to speak.
"I did something bad... Something... very terrible... and it's... it's been like a thorn in my heart... for two years. I– I hate myself for... being so foolish... and unreasonable... jealous and vengeful. You see... I broke up with a very beautiful lady... and she went to be with another... man and I got so furious," I pause and take a long swig of my drink and slam the glass back on the counter.
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