A drunk sits next to you in a bar, thinks you are his or her close friend and starts confessing the truth. Write about what the truth is in at least 200 words.
Below is my effort.
The truth
Stepping into the bar, my eyes take a moment to adjust to the dimmed lights. The familiar smell of nicotine greets me while I scan for a good spot. Someone was sitting on my favorite stool at the far end of the room an executive like me, judging from his clothes hunched over his drink. Too bad, I particularly liked sitting at the end where no one bothers you.
Suddenly, he swings around and walks away from the bar. He walks right past me and exits through the front door momentarily flooding the room with an orange glow from the late afternoon sun.
Mac, Ill have one San Mig Light, I declare while walking to the just vacated stool.
A quick hiss and a pop later, the bottle lands with typical efficiency in front of me. You want a mug?
I flip my hand up slightly to decline. Mac knows I enjoyed my beer without the conversation and smartly leaves me to attend to the other patrons. There arent many at this time.
I scanned the room and count maybe five or so people all nursing lonely drinks. Probably all avoiding the rush hour just like me with a drink or two before heading off for home.
Then she emerges from behind the corner that led to the toilets. You had to notice her because not many girls come in here, but also because she was a real looker. As she strode across the floor, you couldnt help but notice how stunning she looked.
She had wavy cropped hair that perfectly framed her angelic face. Her short but brisk strides bring her to my side where she sits down. I feel slightly panicked at my unbelievable luck that she chose to sit beside me. Her eyes kept wandering across the room like she was unsure of herself. A perfectly manicured hand rests near mine. Her skin is flawless even in the dimly lit bar. She leans close towards me making me feel awkward at the invasion of my supposed solitude.
I thought youd left already, sir.
Sorry? I manage to mutter.
Listen, sir, I know this is awkward, you being my boss and everything but I didnt mean for this to happen. I didnt plan any of this.
She obviously thought I was the executive who was sitting here earlier. Looking at her admirable profile, I couldnt bring myself to tell her I wasnt him. Not yet at least.
I want to be with you. Thats all I want. Even if you cant be all mine. I think I think
Uhhm, miss, sorry but
She looks at me and stares. Her doe eyes are deep and magnetic. Yet they betray nothing. Youre not my boss
Yes, I think you mean the guy who left a while ago
But youre cute too. A long uneasy pause as we gaze into each others eyes. Where is he?
Uhm, he went that way, I point the door behind me with my thumb while keeping my gaze fixed.
She stands up, and opens her purse and fishes out a calling card. If you find him, tell him I left already. She slides the card on the table with a finger, then walks away.
I am left frozen, not knowing what to say.
She turns around to look at me one last time. Call me, the hints of a smile breaking on her face.
