He was handsome and she was drawn in. She caught his eyes across the bar, and they smiled at each other. A connection was sparked and thus began their relationship. All was fine until they began to talk one day about children, work and the home. She had worked for 5 years already for a up and coming computer program company. He said, “Well that will all stop when you have a child.”
She looked puzzled and said, “Why would it stop?”
“Well a women’s place is in the home, or should I say a mother’s place is at home with the children. I don’t want any latch key kid in this day and age.”
“Wait, what? Are you serious?”
“There are too many crazies out there anxious to find the kids who are not properly cared for and therefor easier to convert to their twisted ways.”
“And what would be wrong with YOU staying home to raise the children?”
“It is the man’s job to earn the money.”
She sat in silence for quite a while. Finally finding her voice she said, “well maybe I didn’t know you as well as I thought I did. My career is very important to me. I might cut my hours down, but I will continue to work when the day comes to have children. There are ways to balance schedules out, so the children are with both parents for a majority of time. There is day care for those times when the parents can’t be with them.”
“Are you kidding? Have you seen what happens to kids in day care? Not my child!”
“I am sorry, but this is a problem. You obviously have old antiquated ways and I am in the current day and age on this. Maybe we should call it quits now before this gets worse?” And with that she left him alone in the same bar where they first met.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #6
The woman walked up to the bar and ordered a blended margarita. The bartender said, “It will take a little time ma’am I have to go to the kitchen to use their blender, mine is not working.”
“That’s fine,” she said as she hopped onto the bar stool. Watching the bartender get her drink started she noticed a man at the end of the counter. He smiled her way and she gave a small quick smile back. She was here to relax, not to find a date.
The bartender stopped to talk to the man on his way to the kitchen. In a short time, he returned and handed the margarita to her. She asked, “How much do I own you?”
“Nothing ma’am. The tan gent at the end of the bar bought it for you.”
She took a sip and inwardly sighed deeply. She really didn’t want to talk to him, but she couldn’t be rude. She gave the bartender a tip and made her way to the end of the bar.
“I owe you a thanks for this drink I hear,” she said and noticed the rugged good looks and deep tan… he had to have an outdoor job or spent all his free time at the beach.
“It is my pleasure Dawn,” he replied.
She was shocked by the fact he knew her name and showed her surprise. “Wait, how did you know my name.”
In a short gesture the truth came out. He pointed to the name badge she had forgotten to take off after work and she turned bright red.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – (I stretched the challenge a little with this one – tan gent.) tangent
Jerry was sitting in a corner booth trying to get the bartender’s attention. His glass was once again empty. He had begun to indulge on whiskey and beer about 3 hours ago and was feeling no pain. The bartender finally acknowledged him and approached. “I am sorry sir, but I cannot serve you anymore. Can I call you a cab?”
Jerry made a face at the bartender, “Well screw you! I didn’t like this dump anyway” he said as he began to stand up too quickly and ended up on the floor. The bartender once again asked. “Can I get you a cab to take you home?”
Jerry was climbing his way back up with help of the booth he had just been in. “I don’t need a cab. My car knows the way home automatically.”
The bartender just shook his head as he watched Jerry leave the bar and get into his car. Under his breathe he said, “I am going to call him in, He is far too drunk to drive.” He picked up his cell phone and dialed the local police non-emergency number. He explained to the dispatcher how he offered a cab a couple of times, but he had refused. “I just don’t want him to cause any damage to anyone else tonight. He has been in here all afternoon.”
Jerry was making his way home, but these houses didn’t look like his neighborhood. He left the side street and turned onto the highway towards the edge of town and towards a terrible tragedy.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – indulge
She sat alone at a table in the back of the room. The heady scent of alcohol met her as the waitress sat down her drink, a long island ice-tea. She really wasn’t here for the booze. She would likely nurse this one all night. She was here to see the local band perform.
The band played rock and pop music and had only been together a couple of years. Diane had not been able to see them yet and was excited as she went to school with the bass player. The band approached the stage. The room quieted a bit. And then the lights flashed on with the first note played. This was going to be a great night.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – heady