Unfinished & Unpublished Stories

Circumstances

As I take another shot of vodka a gentlemen walks up and sits next to me. The bartender and I exchange smirks as the gentleman orders a drink. He turns his chair towards me and strikes up a conversation, "Do you always drink alone?" The bartender and I hold back our laughs at the common act. We've both seen it all before: the straight man who is two or more drinks in and thinks he's gonna get lucky with the one at the bar. " Why not get to the point?" I tell the man. The man is taken aback at first, but smirks as if he's enjoying himself. "Well... I- I am... Daniel. And- I think you look- lovely." His words were slurred, he was clearly drunk. I look at the bar keep signaling for him to cut him off. "Yeah yeah, that's nice. Where are your keys?" He pulls out his keys with a big smile and jingles them. I stick my hand out motioning for him to hand me his keys. He hesitates to hand them over, " N- not so fast, at least... tell me your name." I brush it off and get his keys from him. Whether I told him my name or not he probably wouldn't remember in the morning.