We arrived shortly after nine p.m. and the party was hopping. There were people spilling out into the lobby, loud laughter filling the high ceilings, the sound of glassware clinking all over the room. Sofie introduced me to a few friends at first, and then she excused herself from me leaving me standing beside the bar. I didn’t mind. I didn’t want to be introduced to anyone else she knew. I was right where I belonged. I wanted to drink and be left alone.
I climbed up on a stool and ordered water and a shot of tequila with some extra lemon wedges. The bartender flashed his pretty brown eyes at me and dropped a few lemons on a napkin in front of me. I downed the shot, asked for another, and threw a fifty on the bar. The bartender filled my shot glass again while I sucked on a lemon. He set a few more on my napkin and grinned. He waited as I licked all the salt off the glass, tilted my head back, threw back the shot, and sucked the lemon between my teeth. Not very lady-like but who cares? I’m sure he sees this behavior all the time.
I raised my forefinger for my third refill and mumbled something that sounded like “one more time.” He was standing by to honor my request. After this shot, I sat there silently with a blank stare and sucked on all the lemons on my napkin smearing my lipstick as I went. I liked the tangy taste they provided in my mouth. I could now feel something, the alcohol. I was no longer feeling lonely I was numb. Yay me.
The feeling of warm blood rushing through my veins and pooling somewhere underneath the skin wrapped within this black, teeny dress was heaven to me. After about five minutes, which seemed like a lifetime, I ordered my fourth shot but who’s counting. This one I didn’t even taste. It was smooth. It skipped the lips, tongue and went straight to my chest heating me up more. Oh, yeah. That shot went straight to the girls!
“What’d ya do? Change brands on me, doll?” I smiled with a wink now displaying my southern charm and looking him over. He was quite handsome for such a little guy. Not a hair on his head was out of place. He was clean-shaven and had dimples poking in his cheeks. The young man with pretty brown eyes just smiled and replied, “No, mam.”
“Hmm…well that one went down very smooth. Very nice. By the way… if you don’t mind my asking, how old are you, doll?” He looked very young to be serving me drinks. “Eighteen…twenty? You can’t be a day over twenty-one. Hmm?”
He batted his beautiful eyes and answered my question, “Actually twenty-two, mam.”
“Call me Sadie.” His handshake was firm and dry.
“Never too young for a pretty lady like you, Ms. Sadie.” He shook his head, laughed and waited for me to order another shot. I suppose by now he was thinking I was a lonely old chick needing to have the attention of a young man tonight, even if it was at the expense of my ironclad gut. If truth were told, I was lonely but not desperate and I hadn’t stood up yet. I knew once I did I would feel the effects of all those shots. Then I’d probably be walking around crooked and blowing chow in the nearest restroom. I was a lightweight. I never have been able to hold my liquor. Of course, it never stopped me from drinking again, I just accept the fact I suck at the game.
Olivia Gracey...Mother, Fiction Romance Writer, Realtor, Singer/Songwriter for Just Gracey, Photographer, Consider myself very blessed. I love a good workout and I love to dance in my socks!
"For just a mere time I felt safe, unbroken and loved. Just a mere moment in time I felt loved once again; Loved by the man who broke me."