The giant ice cube clinked loudly in his cut-glass tumbler of bourbon. Sat in a rich chocolate-brown leather chair he took a sip. This was his second — no, his third drink of the night.
As the heavy drops of rain traced their way down the thick window panes he glanced around the bar. He liked it here. He always had. It was near his office and never got too busy. The staff all knew his name and now, in his forties, he was delighted that the younger crowd never came in.
Tonight there was a table of eight office workers sharing drinks and laughing plus an older couple sat almost straight across the room from him, deep in conversation. Meanwhile, the usual reprobates propped up the bar.
Swirling the last of his bourbon, he debated heading home and his heart sunk. That would just lead to another argument, recriminations about his drinking and probably another night on the couch.
Signalling to the cute waitress, Kelly, he ordered another drink.
It hadn’t always been this way. He and Amy had fallen passionately in love. Then the first five years of marriage had been blissful, they’d were both successful and had even bought an apartment. But then the failed attempts at getting pregnant happened.
As he sat there getting more depressed, Kelly arrived with his drink. Smiling a thank you, he watched as she walked away. and thought just how much he’d like some excitement back in his life.
Savouring his drink, he observed as the lady rose from her table and headed past him to the bathroom and thought how lucky the man with her was. Her partner ordered another round of drinks — had she asked him to? Or had he just instinctively known she’d want another?
Just then he was jolted back to reality by a bump to his left shoulder — spilling his drink.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, placing one hand softly between his shoulder blades.
“You’re fine, I’m sure it was an accident,” he replied, shaking the bourbon from his hand.
“Let me buy you another. What is it?’
“That’s very kind — it’s Yellowstone bourbon.”
“You’re welcome — sorry again for my clumsiness,” she smiled. Her hand lingered teasingly before she headed back towards her table.
Slowly she walked away, her tight, light grey dress hugged her body and perfect black stocking lines slithered down her shapely legs.
Within minutes Kelly arrived with his drink. He held it up, toasting the elegant lady who had bought it. She smiled back, raising her wine in response.
As he settled back into his cosy chair, the bourbon warming him to the core, he couldn’t help but notice the lady smiling at him over her partner’s shoulder.
She coyly played with her hair, chuckling intently at her conversation, occasionally firing furtive glances across the room. As the man ordered another round, he watched as the mystery woman sexily bit her lower lip, staring at him.