A Bar

This is chapter the second, or at least the first part. This whole thing is harder than I thought it would be - mostly because at first I thought it would be a fun experiment. Now I sort of realize there's a possibility that someone would actually read this. And while I like it so far, I may look back and figure out that it's total tripe. Or not. Whatever. I've made a goal, and I'm going to stick to it. At any rate it's hard to write an entire story or even chapter in a day - so these two will probably show up in bits and pieces. Very small bits and pieces.

CHAPTER 2

Clang clink CRASH… tinkle tinkle… “Shit!” Bobbie swore as the glass shattered. At least it was one of the tumblers – the Bacall Room was guaranteed to lose at least two a night and bought them by the hundreds. She stood up sharply and managed to hit her head on the underside of the bar. “GODDAMMIT!”

Diana laughed on the other side, toying with her half-empty martini glass. Second or third? She couldn’t remember. Maybe it was her fourth. At any rate, she was feeling delightfully muddled. As much as she hated to admit it, Bobbie was right, a night out was just what she needed. She’d already been hit on by a number of not completely unattractive men and she was feeling bit more confident. Of course, none of them had been to her taste so far but the night was still young.

Bobbie scowled as she stood up, rubbing her head. And as she looked past Diana, her scowl deepened. Diana twirled around on her stool to see what Bobbie was looking at.

“Ray!” Diana squealed and flew from her seat into Ray’s outstretched arm. It was like a little girl greeting her dad – the top of her head was well below his chin. “Oh my god, it’s been so long! How’ve you been? Where have you been?” She looked up into his disgustingly handsome, widely grinning face.

“Hey Di, missed you too! And you Bobbie.” He looked over the top of Diana’s head where Bobbie stood, looking like she was about to break more than just a glass. She huffed, and turned to the row of liquor bottles.

“What’ll it be Ray?”

“Same as always – whiskey soda. And none of that well shit – Maker’s please.”

“At least you managed a ‘please’ this time.” Ray ignored her and kissed Diana’s forehead. She hugged him tight and murmured into his ear

“What did you do this time?” He shrugged. “Ray…”

“I don’t know!” He probably didn’t. For that matter, Bobbie probably didn’t either. Ray and Bobbie were, well, Ray and Bobbie. Logic rarely interfered with what passed for a relationship between them. She extricated herself from Ray’s grasp and turned back towards the bar and her drink. It would need a refill soon.

“So seriously, where have you been? I haven’t seen you in, like, a month.”

“Oh, here and there. I was visiting some family back home and sort of bummed around for a bit.”

“Really? You weren’t running away from Bobbie?”

“Now why the hell would I do that?” True, he wouldn’t; he loved it when she was mad at him. And vice versa. He glanced at Bobbie who was busy coaxing a guy into buying another round. She would be successful; the Bacall Room was a classy joint but Bobbie’s simple black top managed to showcase her assets anyway and her current victim was taking the bait.