Once Upon a Bar (open)
Posted: 22 Apr 2014, 03:05
The engine purred as the black Corvette took the corner. Tiamat slowed the machine down as it slid into a nearby parking space. The raven haired woman pushed open her car door and stepped out into the early spring night. She straightened her simple red dress back over her frame. She looked up at the sign over the building’s door. ‘Lancaster’s’ the letters spelled out. She had been here once before and met the owner. She wasn’t entirely certain why she was setting foot into any place with a bar. Everywhere she went people were sending her drinks. She reached back into her car and pulled the small messenger bag from the passenger seat. The place had been fairly quiet when she was last here. Hopefully it would start out quiet so Tia could think.
She removed her purse from the messenger bag and returned it to the car. With the car locked, Tiamat headed into the bar. The music drifted through the place as she headed to a booth near the back. Once she had sat down she pulled a small mirror from her little black purse. She took a quick look at herself. She’d not been sleeping well with the nightmares she had been having. She had left those topics from the discussion she and Ivy had. The Russian was already worried about her mental state; there was no reason to compound it with bad dreams. She closed the mirror as the waitress came over with a drink.
“The young man at the table over there sends this over with his compliments,” she informed Tia as she set it on the glass of beer on a small napkin. Tiamat simply rolled her eyes. “Again,” she muttered, “thanks.”
“I take this happens a lot,” The other woman asked.
“More so recently. It’s like people look at me and think ‘She looks like she needs a drink, I’ll send her one.’ Back at my apartment complex I had three people send me drinks in a single day. Whatever happened to just talking to people?”
The waitress glanced away slightly before replying. “I wish I had that kind of an issue myself”
Tiamat tilted her head at the woman and raised an eyebrow. “You look good. Trust me; it makes me feel like everyone around me thinks I’m depressed or something. As though drinks would even help. By the way, I’d like a couple of sliders if it’s possible?”
“Oh, Of course,” came the reply and the young server bounded off seemingly happier than she was mere moments ago. Tia shook her head and sat back with her eyes closed and she tried to collect her thoughts.
She removed her purse from the messenger bag and returned it to the car. With the car locked, Tiamat headed into the bar. The music drifted through the place as she headed to a booth near the back. Once she had sat down she pulled a small mirror from her little black purse. She took a quick look at herself. She’d not been sleeping well with the nightmares she had been having. She had left those topics from the discussion she and Ivy had. The Russian was already worried about her mental state; there was no reason to compound it with bad dreams. She closed the mirror as the waitress came over with a drink.
“The young man at the table over there sends this over with his compliments,” she informed Tia as she set it on the glass of beer on a small napkin. Tiamat simply rolled her eyes. “Again,” she muttered, “thanks.”
“I take this happens a lot,” The other woman asked.
“More so recently. It’s like people look at me and think ‘She looks like she needs a drink, I’ll send her one.’ Back at my apartment complex I had three people send me drinks in a single day. Whatever happened to just talking to people?”
The waitress glanced away slightly before replying. “I wish I had that kind of an issue myself”
Tiamat tilted her head at the woman and raised an eyebrow. “You look good. Trust me; it makes me feel like everyone around me thinks I’m depressed or something. As though drinks would even help. By the way, I’d like a couple of sliders if it’s possible?”
“Oh, Of course,” came the reply and the young server bounded off seemingly happier than she was mere moments ago. Tia shook her head and sat back with her eyes closed and she tried to collect her thoughts.