DNF Stories

Bartender, I really did it this time

If there were ever a bad time to walk into a bar, this was it for Clay. As soon as he entered, he saw his ex-boyfriend. Bartending. Since when was George a bartender? He was planning to order a drink, but he wasn't so sure now. He missed George, but they were toxic together. But they are in love. Clay wasn't sure. 

     He didn't know what to do. Should he just do it and go get a drink? He decides yes. He walked up to the bar, he almost chickened out but ultimately decided to go through with it. 

He waited for George to notice him so he could order his drink. He eventually gave up on the waiting part and decided to just order. 

     "Hey, can I get a scotch?" 

George turned to look at him with a shocked look on his face. He didn't expect to see Clay there.

     "Clay, hi. What are you doing here?"

George was still confused. "Um I didn't know you worked here. I just wanted a drink"

     "Okay, do you want the scotch with the cherry fizzie in it?"

"Yes please. I can't believe you remembered."

     "Well we were together for six years. How could I forget?"

"That is true. We were, and I miss you like crazy. All the time."

     "You can't just say that Clay, you have no right."

George looked mad. "I'm sorry, but you know it's true. You know it." 

     And it was. Clay really did miss George. Even though it was unfair of him to say so. He just thought George should know.

"So was that all you wanted, Clay? To come over here and tell me you miss me even though you know we're bad for eachother? To make me miss you all over again?"

     Now, George was really mad. 

"Well, that and my drink...?"

     "Oh yeah, scotch with cherry fizzie?"

"Yep, that's the one. Thank you."

     And Clay thought about leaving. He eventually decided against it. He wasn't going to let George ruin his night again. He sat down at the bar and started to drink his drink. 

It was really good. Why did George have to be such a good bartender? Or maybe he just knew Clay all too well. 

     "Do you want to take me home?" Clay recognized that smooth British voice instantly.

"Sorry George, I think I know better this time."

     That had to be one of the hardest things Clay has had to do. Again.