Needs

It was kind of a nasty bar, in an equally nasty neighborhood, with its dark interior, sticky floor and the scent of beer and sweat in the air, but she liked it here, they don’t judge you in bars like this. When she walked in, most men inside didn’t even look up and the three women tried to ignore her. She fit right in, with her jeans skirt, black tank top and black boots. She didn’t bother to do anything with her hair, so it was hanging straight down, almost touching her shoulders. Walking over to the bar she sat down on a barstool, motioning the barkeeper. “What can I get you?” he asked, as he walked towards her. “I’ll have a beer and a shot of Tequila” she answered. Not in the least bit surprised, he bent down to get a bottle of beer from the fridge. He put it in front of her and turned around to get the Tequila. She raised her eyebrows when he put down two shot glasses. He filled them both and put down the bottle. “I like it when a woman can hold down her liquor” and he lifted one glass. When she lifted hers, she smiled and said “Well, then you’re gonna love me. Bottom’s up”. She tilted her head back and drank it in one go. At least her alcoholic ex taught her how to drink, she thought to herself, and she pinched her eyes closed. He smiled and walked back to the other end of the bar.

She casually leaned an arm on the bar and looked around. Three men playing cards in the corner, two leaning against a pool table, holding pool cues but not playing, as there were no balls on the table. Two woman, probably their girlfriends, watching them. In the other corner a man and woman sat at a table, looking like they were in a serious conversation. She turned back and took a gulp from her beer. Looking at the bar again, she noticed five guys, just sitting there, slightly hunched over the bar, clearly drunk. The barkeeper was talking to a sixth man at the end of the bar. She took another drink from her beer and looked at the wall behind the bar. A few photos, taken from customers having fun, a liquor license and an old postcard. And of course all different kinds of bottles of alcohol. She was concentrating on trying to read the labels on the bottles when a man’s voice startled her.

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