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Stained – Chapters 20 and 21
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Her heavy make-up and the curves shown off by her classy, but very sexy dress gave her the appearance of a mature woman. On closer look she was still a girl.
The girl sat down at the far end of the bar without so much as a look to its other occupants.
“Double vodka, straight up,” she demanded.
“I’m gonna need to see some ID first…” the bartender hesitated.
The girl glared at him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
He shrugged apologetically and started cleaning something to busy his hands.
Then one of the old men spoke up.
“Get me a double vodka, Jake.”
After giving him a weird look, the young bartender fixed the man his drink and put it in front of him. The man pushed the drink in the girl’s direction and it slid over the smooth counter until it reached her.
She looked up at the old man in surprise.
“Earl!” the bartender exclaimed.
“Oh lighten up, already. Can’t you see the girl needs a drink?”
Then the other man joined in.
“Actually, what she needs is a second drink.”
They all turned back to the girl in red, who had downed her double vodka in one go.
“What?” she responded to their looks. “I’m thirsty.”
The look in her eyes was still hard, dark and unrevealing. She motioned for the bartender to get her a refill and the young man decided to give in. The girl obviously had her mind set on getting drunk. Might as well be here, where he could keep an eye on her.
They sat in silence for a while, the old men sipping on their beers, the bartender cleaning things that were already clean and the girl staring at her hands. The only time she looked up was to down her second double vodka and then her third, ignoring the bartenders raised eyebrow as he kept filling her glass.
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Awwwww so sad, but still beautiful. I actually had the image of Bette as a hooker in my head. O.O And man do I fail. I was wondering, “What kind of name is Simcha?” And now I know, and knowing is half the battle. G.I. JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!
Really like your story, and especially this chapter. Thanks.
Okay, I don’t know what was better…your author’s notes at the beginning or this fabulous story. You definitely have a way with words and I enjoyed both very much. Thank you for sharing your thought provoking story, as well as your rather interesting caffeine induced rant.
This story is GREAT!
No more Coke for you…….;)
Baby, start hitting that cokebottle, because if this is what comes out of your keyboard then… My god! So… incredibly… I cant even find words for it… wonderfull is an understatement!
That was so beautiful. Not friends just someone to hang around with That was sad. That is call friendship. Yet they called each other misfits. I like the word and the meaning in this chapter. We all have misfits in our life thanksGod thanks
Wow, it is nice to meet others who helped Bette through tought times. I would love to have non-friends (but really friends) like those men. Now Tina is meeting these very special men in Bette’s life.
Wow this is awesome and love it!!!!!!!!!
whoa, harsh lives…great stuff…
Luv the story…More please.
Definitely a sweet story! Succeeded in getting my obsessive mind off B&T for a while… That speaks volumes! ;)
Love their story. Love your story-telling skills. It’s all so captivating. Reached a point at which I thought I might actually, unbelievably, be more interested in their story than in B&T.
maybe you should try 7up… lol… love this story… please continue
this was nice i hope it continues a bit in the bar b4 B & T head off 4 some nookey.
That was absolutely enthralling!! Thank you!