Two Strangers Meet At a Bar
Two Strangers Meet at a Bar
That evening, when Piper is supposed to go out, find some bar and quite possibly get wasted because life is short and you have to enjoy yourself, she instead decides to stay at home and watch cheesy romantic comedies on cable. Something tells her that’s stupid, that she’s missing out on life, wasting her limited time but she silences those thoughts and tells herself that kind of life isn’t for her.
She’s no party girl after all, no wild cart and it’s much better to stay at home, snuggled under her favourite blanked and watch movies about characters doing things she knows she never will but sometimes wishes she did.
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Alex Vausse scans through the bar that night, searching for some nice girl to take home with her. Well, not home per se, more like the cheap apartment she has rented for the time being. She’s never really had a home, not in the real sense of the word. If a psychologist were able to read her thoughts, they would surely tell her she has problems with commitment, that she doesn’t know what she wants from life or she doesn’t want to admit it.
That’s not true, Alex knows exactly what she wants. That, being put in simple words, is to have fun, no strings attached and nothing more and nothing less.
Mindless, crazy fun with whoever is searching for the same. She tells herself this is all there is to life – you have a good time for as long as you can, then you die and it’s the end. There’s nothing melodramatic, philosophic or tragic about it, it’s just the way life is made to work. No point in wondering why it is like this.
She spots a girl - long blonde hair, pretty smile and spindly legs. Alex doesn’t need much else and so decides to go for it, knowing there’s nothing to lose really.
“Hi, there,” she greets in the stranger with a skilled smirk, one she knows others can’t resist. The stranger turns around to face her and her pale blue eyes go straight to her ample cleavage and she just knows she is in for some fun with this girl.
“Hey, I’m Marie!” the girl, no more than eighteen, responds and judging by her slurred words which are soaked in Southern accent the brunette can tell right away she is already tipsy.
Alex thinks how this is low and she should probably just walk away and maybe even spend the night alone, cuddled on the couch and watching cheap cable TV. But the idea of being alone doesn’t quite sit with her, it gives her some weird feeling she can’t quite place. Either way, she’s sure of one thing – she doesn’t want to be alone.
“Rose.” she says with a trained smile that speaks of all the lust in the world and none of the warmth. There is no need of giving the stranger her real name since it’s not like they would spent any time getting to know each other.
One night is all they have.
After half an hour of chitchat and one too many shots, they are heading to the place she is staying at and Marta (that was her name right?) is leaning heavily on her. Without intending to, Alex catches the faint smell of her perfume. She breathes in the sweet aroma and catches the street lights reflect in the light locks of the stranger.
This is wrong, Alex thinks. Mary (or whatever) isn’t hers. She probably belongs to someone else, some lonely girl or guy or maybe she doesn’t belong to anyone, yet. Maybe Mary is set out to meet someone in this particular moment and she can’t because she’s currently resting her head on Alex’s shoulder as they wait for a cab.
“Maybe you should go home.” the brunette blurts out in the end and the other cocks an eyebrow, curiosity flashing through her empty eyes for a portion of a second. Then it’s gone, replaced with cold cynicism.
“Maybe you should talk less.” she responds, voice a little harsh but still playful, and leans in for a kiss.
It’s a great, passionate kiss that leaves Alex breathless and makes her want more, even if it is completely void of any emotion behind it.
In a matter of a few brief moments with their lips locked together, all the second thoughts are thrown out of the window as she slides a hand under Maria’s short skirt, making the other moan instantly.
Her hand explores the smooth skin of her thigh and traces the outline of her lacey underwear as the other closes her eyes and more moans escape her parted lips.
The cab driver hears a lot more than directions that night and they barely make it to Alex’s place.
The next day M (Alex only remembers the first letter of her name) is gone but there is a smile on the brunette’s face.
This is the life and she has no regrets, or at least until it’s cold and dark outside and it’s for her to make a new search for someone to keep her warm.