Little bar

The rain was pounding on the tin roof above the tables where people went out to enjoy a smoke with their drink. There were two light bulbs on a board attached to the tin roof, one of them was burnt out. The tables they had set up to sit on were full of graffiti and carvings. There was 4 almost empty ash trays and cigarette butts covering the ground. I stirred my drink a bit and took a long drag of my Marlboro light. Feeling a little rebellious, I took my cigarette and dabbed it out into the ashtray, which around here seemed like the odd thing to do.

I reentered the building through some rickety screen door that had definitely seen better days. I wondered to myself if that door would even lock at the end of the night to keep out intruders. Then again, who would want to intrude into this dump? I’d been stuck here for 3 days, not the bar but, the town. My BMW needed some work done and this is about all the further I could get before being forced to stop. Unfortunately, the local mechanic didn’t have the tools to fix it and the closest dealership is 250 more miles. I told the mechanic to order the tools he needed and I’d compensate him for them.

The bar stools were all torn and every one that I’d sat on wobbled. So much for a vacation I guess but, hey, at least the bar is just across the parking lot from the only hotel. What else was I going to do? The town had a population of 700 and probably 6 buildings that weren’t homes. Each day there was a new bartender, each of them probably 50 and looked 70. I was drinking whiskey on the rocks only because they didn’t have a good scotch.

As I was contemplating burning the bar and eventually the whole town to the ground the door opened. A warm wind gusted through and brought with it a scent of heaven. The bar was so dark and the sun so bright outside that I couldn’t even see who’d opened the door. The door slowly creaked shut behind her and another lady I presumed she was with. I’d never seen a more beautiful creature in my entire life. Words can’t describe the way my eyes felt her. Her brown hair was slightly curled and ran down to the top of her low cut blouse. Her eyes were an auburn color, dark brown with a hint of red. Her facial structure was perfect and I think I caught a glimpse of a dimple when she smirked at something her friend whispered to her. God, I’d love to be the person whispering things to her, creating that smirk.

She sat down at the bar a little way down from me and ordered some fruity drink, a Cosmo probably. I was trying to think of a way to talk to her, create an accidental coincidence, something, anything. As I was contemplating my phone rang. The car was done and ready to go, I could leave this terrible town. However, something was different. I didn’t want to leave anymore. Reluctantly I finished my drink and walked to get the car. I paid the bill, drove it back to the hotel parking lot and went up to my room to pack up things. The whole time I was thinking about the girl at the bar.