Samantha Blake was tired of the way her life was going. After a horrible and depressing day at work, she decides she needs to drown it all at the local bar.
What she doesn't know is that she will walk into empty-handed but she'll leave with a werew...
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Revised 4.25.18
I walked into the smoke filled room. The smell of sweat and cigarette permeated in the air. The Midnight Hour bar was one of the local town favorites. I personally have never been, this would be my first time but I've definitely heard good things.
I walk in holding my head up high. I try to play off the fact that I have never stepped through the doors of a bar. I sincerely hope that no one notices that I don't belong here. I just need to take the edge off.
It's friday night and I came straight here after getting off of work with one purpose and one purpose only to get wasted. What's my plan after that? I'm taking a cab and going to bed to sleep it off for the rest of the weekend. I don't want to think about my problems anymore.
My name is Samantha Blake. I'm not the most outgoing person you'll ever meet. I tend to keep to myself but in not a total hermit. It's mostly my own fault since I don't just walk up to people and start off conversations. I don't try to make friends either. Instead of getting to know people, I go by the vibe they are giving off. If they have a look on their face that says "Piss off!" That's exactly what I'm gonna do. If someone looks friendly then if I feel up to it, I might go strike up a conversation. Usually, I'd rather not waste one minute of my life trying to prove myself to people who look like they have already made an opinion about me.
At times, my own thoughts about myself can be my worst enemy. How can I expect others to see me or like me if I can't even do the same? It seems easier at times to just stand by, watching from the sideline as my life passes by me. Pathetic, I know, but today was my last straw. I know this is not the right solution but I just want to forget it all and let go for once.
I'm sure you wondering what the hell happened to me that has me so out of sorts. Well, let's just say what didn't happen to me today. From me losing my phone charger to getting dirty mud water splashed on me by a passing car. Or how about my best friend moving to France and just calling me an hour ago to tell me she's leaving tonight and won't be back for two years. Or how about my boss laying me off and then hitting on me like 30 seconds later. By the way he's like 45 yrs old with a wife and a family. Ewww. This day just keeps getting better and better.
It probably won't take much for me either since I don't drink. I've never had alcohol unless you count trying a sip of champagne at a friend's sweet 16 birthday party and hating it. I guess I will find out, won't I?
I haven't moved from my spot since I walked through the door. I have been just awkwardly standing near the entrance so finally I take the nearest bar stool to me. I can't stop fidgeting because I'm so nervous. I take my phone out of my purse and check if I have any messages. Not that I really care, I just want it to look like I'm doing something. My hands are slightly trembling as I place them on the wooden bar top. I'm sure that once I've had some alcohol the nerves will pass.
I look up to see the bartender is currently helping a customer on the other side of the bar. He looks up at that moment, almost as if he could hear my thoughts and walks up to me and asks what I will be having?
