They usually had strippers in every Friday.
“Two tequila shots please.” Olivia said as we made our way to the bar.
“One tequila shot and one martini actually.”
The bartender gave me a curt nod and left. Olivia turned to me with a frown. “I thought you were going to get drunk with me.”
“I will,” I assured her, “I just value my liver and my social status enough to not go straight into tequila shots.”
“Your loss,”
It was her loss actually because two hours later, she was already drunk while I was barely buzzed. The DJ started to play a new song and she turned to me with wide eyes.
“I love this song,” she began, “Let’s go dance.”
“I think you need to take a break.” I gave her a mock pat on her head, “Wait here, I’ll get you some water.”
She muttered something under her breath that I think was her protests but then again, I couldn’t hear her well so she could have been talking about a damn mountain and I wouldn’t know.
I made sure she was sitting securely on the bar stool and I debated leaving the purse with her. At the last minute, I decided to take it with me.
Olivia’s a very friendly drunk and she’d most likely give the purse to someone who she thought needed it more.
“I need you to sit here,” I told her, “I’ll be back in two minutes.”
“I want to come with you,” she whined.
“You can barely stand.” She pouted but didn’t say anything, “Now stay still, I’ll be back in a second.”
I made sure to cast glances at her while I made my way over to the bartender to get her water.
I didn’t look before I turned around because someone bumped into me and spilled their drink all over my top and jacket.
“Two times in one day,” I muttered as I took off my jacket, “This has to be some kind of messed up record.”
“I just think you need to be more attentive when you walk.”
I recognize that voice.
I looked up. Lo and behold, it was the same guy from earlier who spilled his coffee all over me.
He was wearing a form fitted black shirt and washed out jeans. He had an empty glass in his hand and an amused smirk on his face.
“Are you stalking me or something?” I asked, “Because I’m sure the probabilities of getting a drink spilled on me twice in a day by the same person is very low.”
“I would do the math but thanks to you, I have to get a new drink. You should really start paying attention to your surroundings.”
He turned to leave and I was absolutely shocked, I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out the next sentence if I tried,
“You’re not even going to apologize?”
He stopped and turned to me with a confused expression, “Why would I apologize? If anything, you should be apologizing for your poor attention skills.”
“You spilled your drink on me, twice, in one day.”
“You are a walking hazard.”
I forced deep breaths into my nose and out through my mouth, “There’s this thing, they’re called manners. They’re available to everyone for free. You should look it up sometime.”
