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I Don't Drink (RudexSorrow)

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Rude and Not Ginger

Supernova
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
As Zach stepped into bar, he felt uncomfortable immediately. He hated going to these places. And Hades' Lot was a personal favorite for his friends. But he didn't drink and he hated to be around when people did. Still, it was his job to make sure his stupid friends got home without slamming their car into something. So he wandered over to the bar with his group of three friends and sat down. They ordered their drinks and he rested his elbow on the bar. It was obvious from the start that he didn't want to be there.

For him, tonight was a chance to find a girl to have some fun with. At least, he hoped that he could. It was hard to find a cute girl who wasn't so drunk she passed out before she got to the door. He drove more girls to their own home than to his. But he didn't really need to go to bars to get girls. He was handsome to say the least. In fact, a few girls staggered over to him and asked him to dance. But he simply smiled, said something sweet and sent them away.

Soon, there were a few running their fingers through his shaggy black hair. One thought she was funny when she pulled off his purple framed glasses, though she quickly gave them back when she saw how blind he seemed without them. He was tall, almost six foot four, though he was not very muscular. The black t-shirt and jeans he wore seemed to fit him just right. But soon the onslaught of drunk girls slowed and he was sitting alone at the bar while his friends wandered about, hitting on equally drunk girls.
 
The sounds of racous laughter, pounding bass and overlapping voices was a constant in the woman's ears, so was the smell of alcohal, beer, wine, vodka, schnapps and tequila. Not to mention some damned fine Scotch. Hades' Lot was her world at the night and she surveyed it from her position as bartender- the fair skinned woman with a deft hand and quick half smile, auburn hair falling over dark blue green eyes. She was dressed in black jeans and a dark long sleeved shirt, the sleeves rolled back splashed with invisible liquor.

Her eyes roved down the bar, along the crowds of scantily clad drunken girls, making their offers and the men whose eyes lingered on their bodies instead of their faces. The slouched men in shabby suits that still smelled of smoke and beer from three days before, eyes staring into their dwindling mugs as if the secrets to lost fortunes, or the way to turn back Time's hand could be found in their frothy depths. She moved among them like a dark clad ghost, taking orders, slinging drinks, giving half smiles and being a listening ear, knowing men and women by drinks and few by name. She was the bartender, Mena to those that knew her.

Biting down a yawn, the woman stretched in a quick movement, spying the tall young man that seemed to be trying to fold in on himself and vanish. Her lips pursed and she mixed a drink the colour of a sunset, sliding it to rest in a stop before the young man "On me, being the designated driver has te be thirsty work. It's virgin, don' worry." she commented, voice carrying to him, mellow with a thick Scottish accent. She nodded at him once, walking down the length of the bar to the other side, mixing a martini with a deft hand.
 
When the drink slid in front of him, Zach looked rather surprised. He didn't seem to really be focusing on anything around him. Then he heard her tell him it was virgin and looked up to smile at the Scottish girl. But as he looked around again, he wasn't very thirsty. In fact, the smell of alcohol that filled the air was making his stomach turn. He hated this place and he hated the smells that came with it. But as he looked at the drink again, he decided it would be best to drink it.

But as he put the glass to his lips, he was suddenly hit hard from behind by the body of one of his friends. "Zach! Are you finally loosening up and having a drink?" Zach, who was now covered in his drink, turned around and pushed his friend, who stumbled and almost fell because of his drunken state. "Aw...Come on...Ditch the little kid drinks, get a few shots and do something you will regret." But Zach didn't say anything. He turned around to face the bar, annoyance obvious on his face.
 
The woman smiled back at him, nodding shortly and moved down to tend to the other patrons, chatting with them easily, serving their drinks of choice. A few minutes passed and she ambled back, stretching again, face creasing as a multitude of muscles ached. Seeing the young man with his colourful drink splattered all over his front, she raised a brow and slid a damp, clean cloth to him wiping down the bar as well. "Waste av a fine mix, no worries, it happens often enough. Want somethin' else?" she asked and paused "There's a small door, over there-" she nodded to a door a few feet away "Leads to a corner alley, it's nice and quiet, the bouncer takes his smoke breaks there." she stated, turning to mix a drink and slid it to him, taking the empty cup away. This time it was water, less of a mess if it spilled.
 
When she came over with the cloth, he smiled a little. She was being rather sweet and from what he could tell, she was completely sober. That was a plus in his eyes. Maybe he would have to talk to her a little more when he was here again next week. "Thanks..." It was the first time he had spoken all night. But for now, he was going to go outside. So he pushed his way through the crowd, telling his slowly more inebriated friends where he was going to be.

And when he walked out into the alley, he saw the tall muscular bouncer smoking. All he got was a nod and he leaned against the wall. But he found himself thinking about that bartender. She was cute, she was nice and she had a sexy accent. After he got the turning in his stomach to stop, he would have to go in and try flirting a little. Maybe he could take home a sober girl today.
 
"Ye're welcome love, watch the drunks aye?" she asked, the sentiment seeming to be from pure friendliness alone and not flirtation. She watched him go, seeing the large silhouette of the bouncer, Carl, knowing that the young man would be safe from muggers. She turned back to the crowd, a larger group coming in and giving their orders in racous, slurred boices that made a headache brew in the back of her skull. Grimacing as she turned away she mixed drinks, concentrating on that and getting her relief in, slipping through the crowd with a bottle of water, exiting to the alley as Carl slipped back into the bar, patting the woman on the shoulder. Exhaling she leaned against the wall, eyes shut, resting in the shadows. "Gets loud in there, doesnae it?" she asked, voice quiet still, as she looked over at the young man.
 
Carl seemed to enjoy the silence and Zach decided not to break it. After all, why ruin a good thing. But after standing outside with the bouncer for a while, the smell of liquor hit him as the door opened. He glanced up to see the cute Scottish bartender again. All he could do was manage a small smile when she said it was loud. "I hate places like this. But I don't drink and if I don't tag along to be the designated driver, those idiots will get themselves killed."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing softly. "But I get armies of drunk girls trying to get into my pants. I think they just want rides home though." Zach suddenly felt a little self conscious of the stain on the front of his shirt and he crossed his arms to hide it.
 
The woman nodded, smiling faintly "Ye're doing a good thing, too many times I see people stumble out av here and worry about them no' getting home. We try te make sure they don't drive, but even walking home's a danger." she murmured, taking a drink of water. She sighed faintly, the light pounding of the bass making the ache surge in her head. "Ye're good looking, and all alone, it's a large neon sign for drunk women." she stated, half smiling now.
 
"A neon sign huh? Well I guess that wouldn't be so bad if they didn't smell like puke and vodka." Zach smiled at her a little before closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall behind him. "I am sure you must get your share of drunk guys trying to flirt with you. Cute bartender with a cute accent." Zach couldn't help himself. He rather enjoyed flirting. And she was sober so he didn't have the same advantage as normal. This was going to be a challenge and he thought it would be worth it.
 
"Or vomit and any other sort av liquor." she agreed with a smile and looked up at the hazy night sky. "Sometimes, Carl puts them te rights if they get belligerent, mostly though I'm the blurry face and hand that slings them more driniks." she remarked, resting against the wall.
 
"If your face is blurry it seems like a waste to be so cute. Another reason to not drink." He smirked a little. Then he thought about having to deal with the very scary bouncer, especially drunk. "I can see how he might intimidate a drunk. I almost knocked my friend over with a shove and he was barely drunk. I almost hope that I get to see him toss someone today." Zach seemed to be in a much better mood now. Now that he was away from all the things that bothered him inside.
 
She shrugged "Not many here call me cute, usually some slurred words that seem to be vaguely complimentary." she joked and chuckled "Carl's a good man, and handles drunks with ease, he's tossed out many a troublemaker." she commented and shrugged "He may, if ye're friend makes trouble." she stated, looking relaxed and tired.
 
"I hope he doesn't throw out any of my friends tonight. If they get kicked out we all have to leave and I am busy trying to flirt with a Scottish bartender." Zach couldn't help but smile at her. It was late, but it wasn't very late. And as a bartender she probably had late hours. If he really wanted to go through with this to the end, he would have to let his friends pass out in the back of his car.
 
"That would be a tragedy." she remarked with a faint smile. She rubbed the back of her neck with a careful hand, yawning faintly, finishing off her water. "Only a few more hours, then I can sleep. Ye're friends shouldn't be thrown out, unless they try to pick a fight or bother girls too much." she added, tossing the bottle into a battered recycle bin.
 
"Well they won't pick a fight...But I don't know if they will get in trouble for bothering girls. They should be able to behave themselves though. Its been a while since they got thrown out of anywhere." Zach could help but smile at her. "You would think you would sleep during the day if you work nights like this."
 
"Then things should be fine. And I do for part av the day, after that I get up, do some commissions when I can, or walk." she replied and looked at him "What about ye, being here doesn't seem to be a regular thing." she commented.
 
"I uh...I don't really do anything with my day. I have a pretty easy job as a writer. All I have to do is make sure I don't run out of royalty checks for my writing and I could really do nothing. So I can do what I want when I want. When they asked me to be their designated driver I decided I might as well." Zach smiled a little and leaned his head back against the wall. "I got to meet a cute bartender though so its fine."
 
"A writer, what do ye write then?" she asked, more interest in her voice now as she turned to face him "Must be nice te have a bit av that freedom." she mused and smiled "So the night's no' a total loss then." she remarked amused.
 
Zach smiled at her sudden interest. "Well I write a lot of stuff. But I mostly write fantasy. Its very hard to keep up with what is popular among my audience. You always try to think of the next big hit." He grinned and looked her over. "So...Besides the drunks, how is being a bartender? Ever meet any cute guys?"
 
"I love fantasy, what have ye written so far?" she asked curiously and nodded slowly "I can get that, it's sort av the same with art." she remarked and shrugged "I have a lot av good conversations, no' much beyond that, lonely people come here, and they're still lonely when they leave." she replied, voice soft.
 
"I have written two or three books that have been published. I have one called Stricken that is pretty popular...Its about vampires since every teenage girl in America seems to love them right now. It isn't exactly a best seller but I got enough readers to start a sequel." When she mentioned people leaving lonely, he smirked a little. "Well I suppose a girl like you doesn't go home with horny drunks."
 
Mena nodded smiling faintly "Ye have te do what works really." she replied and nodded "No not really, tends te have bad endings, and I've never been one for one-night stands." she remarked.
 
Zach smiled a little when she said that. "Once night stands aren't really my thing." He moved a step closer to her. "But what about a very sober guy who is very interested in you and would like to see you again after tonight? Do you go home with guys like that?" He smirked a little, trying to be charming as possible.
 
"Nice te meet someone who agrees." she replied and shrugged "Not exactly. I do go out for coffee, or take a walk with guys like that, get te know them better and the like." she added, the charm he had didn't seem to ruffle her.
 
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