Inseparable

I watched the man stand there stunned. Without saying another word he strolled back to the bar and ordered another drink. Within a few seconds after downing a shot of some brown liquid he was on his phone. I was sure it wasn't a backup date.

It may not have been the best idea but I decided to have seat at the bar.

When I sat down I could hear his one-sided conversation.

"I don't even know what to say. But I thought we had a good connection here. I didn't know you were a stuck up bitch."

The words made me wince. Not because this drunk was saying them but because I had done the same thing.

Mr. White Shirt and tie rattled off a couple more insults that any high school boy could come up with then hung up. He looked over at me an

d clicked his tongue.

“Rough night?” I asked innocently.

“You have no idea.” He replied. “I just got stood up.”

"No," I smirked.

“Yup. She snuck out on me. Just now. Not five minutes ago. Left me with the tab, too.”

“She just left here?” I acted shocked. “Not that tall brunette. Short hair.” I put my hands in front of me to measure her breasts. The guy nodded enthusiastically. I continued to play dumb. “That was who you were on a date with? Wow.”

“I know, right.”

“How did you meet her?”

“A buddy of mine fixed us up.”

“Really? A girl like that doesn’t get many dates. That ought to tell you something.” I waved down the bartender and ordered myself a Manhattan and a round for my new friend.

“Thanks, man.” He nodded. “Cheers.” He raised his glass and tossed back the shot of Jack Daniels. Before I could ask another question he scooted over to me.

“My buddy told me that she hadn’t been on a date since high school. She was all work, work, work. That she never dated.” He leaned closer to me and I was nearly struck blind by the heavy alcohol on his breath. “You know a woman with a body like that doesn’t just sit at home with her cat. She’s doing something.”

“What do you think that is?” I sipped my drink.

“She’s probably one of those freaks that answers ads for dominatrix’s or has wild, random sex with strangers.” He scoffed.

“But if that were true why do you think she met up with you?”

“I don’t know. But I knew that I was going to get a taste of that no matter what. I still might.”

“What do you mean?” Lucas’s mouth suddenly went dry.

“I know where she lives. I might just have to show up there tonight and finish what we started.”

My stomach tightened.

“Yeah? Does she live far from here?”

“Just about half hour away. My buddy said she rented a house somewhere around Brightwood and Burr Oak Lane.

“You don’t want to get yourself in trouble for that.”

“I don’t know. You saw her. I might be willing to do jail time to say I had that.” He chuckled drunkenly.

“Naw. There are dozens of women who would find you attractive. Hundreds even.”