You guys are going to have to be a little patient with me tonight, I am doing something a little different this week for the birthday theme event on The Writer’s Mess. I wrote the story of a girl at a bar based on the picture below, and its a choose your own ending type story. The first one happy, and the second one dark and creepy. Choose wisely. Or read both.
“What’ll it be?” The bartender asked, and she was frozen with indecision.
It hadn’t been her idea to go out drinking, and this place was so outside her price range that she thought the bouncer was going to toss her on that alone. Her outfit was similar to those around her in appearance, but to someone with a keen eye it was a mimicry at best, lacking in the designer labels that everyone else was wearing.
Really, if Kelly hadn’t pulled out her little 3000$ purse and tried to bribe the man, Ariana didn’t think she would have been let in. The bouncer hadn’t taken the money, but when Kelly explained that it was Ariana’s birthday, and they were taking her out on the town, and please let them in, the bouncer wavered.
The look he gave Ariana was embarrassing, laden with the understanding that she was there on their charity. What was worse is that Kelly didn’t even catch it. She legitimately thought that the trouble was the fact they were being so “rowdy” in line.
Ariana took a deep breath and tried to put that behind her. She was here now, and she might as well enjoy it. Kelly and Anna had opened them a tab and made it clear to the bartender that Ariana was not to pay for her own drinks, and then flounced off to the dance floor where pretty boys had seemingly materialized from nowhere and were no doubt offering to buy them drinks.
That kind of thing had never happened to Ari, until it did. “I will have a pina colada, and one for the lady, unless she wants something different?” She flushed, nodding at the bartender’s raised eyebrow and turned to look at her saviour. She wanted to gape, but hoped he didn’t notice.
This man was gorgeous. He was every girlhood fantasy she had ever had and more. His brown curls framed his face perfectly, as he stood there a few inches taller than her, and filled out his ridiculously expensive clothing in a way that showed her he was fit, but not a gym rat.
“Thanks,” she said awkwardly, fighting the urge to cross her arms over her own cheap shirt.
He smiled, and oh, God, it only got better. “Always happy to rescue a damsel in distress. I will admit the first time I came here I was bit overwhelmed myself.” Fuck, he his Australian accent was amazing, and she knew how this was ending.
Shit, it was her turn to talk. “Uh, ya. Having the slogan ‘We will make anything your heart desire’s’ is on theme, but I don’t think anyone realized the downsides to having no menu.” She babbled, where was her drink?
He laughed, and it was smooth, and fuck was this man perfect or what. The drinks arrived, huge, bearing actual fruit and brightly colored umbrellas like they were at a tropical resort, and as she leaned forward taking a tiny sip she almost moaned. It was perfect, everything here was absolutely perfect. It was all too good to be true.