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I'm No Good

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*Inspired in "You know I'm no good" by Amy Winehouse*

Alex's P.O.V

I took a swig from the bottle of beer once again, the sparkling bitter flavor tickling my palate. It was the third one in less than an hour, but again, alcohol has never been a worthy rival to my common sense.

Soon I got bored, took a last sip and slipped a bill to the bartender, got up and walked to the stairway that guided to the first floor of the bar. There was some dude playing a cheesy jazz song, the smell of marijuana and rum drowned the place, although, nobody seemed to be bothered.

I undid my ponytail and did it again, this time higher, walked to the bar to ask for light since I wanted to have a cig outside. Unlike most people here, I don't like smoking on someone's face.

"Ayo pal, you have some fire?" I asked him.

On the bar next to the empty sit I stood by, was a guy. He wore a rolled up sleeved black skull T-shirt. He had a bottle of some kind of gin - Tanqueray- he took a shot of it, is that even how is gun supposed to be drank? Well, he didn't care, obviously. He was good looking, strong jaw and green eyes. Looked pretentious but not too much. I'd smash, honestly.

I eyed him quickly and turned to the bartender that held up a lighter for me. I lit the cigarette and walked out.

The night was cold and I was just wearing a shirt and a hoodie over it, I didn't mind though, temperature hurts less that a shot, doesn't it?

A few minutes passed and the door behind me swung open. The same guy from the bar was out with a cigarette, one very different from mine.

I couldn't help but to look at him smoke and chuckled a little. He looked back at me with a bored face, then turned to look to the empty streets again.

"Do I look funny to you?" I heard him say. His voice was low and strong. Not raspy, but dull.

I scoffed, a cloud of smoke vaping out of my nostrils and lips. "Nope." I said, throwing what was left of the cigarette on the floor and stepping on it.

I was about to walk inside again when he talked again.

"Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?"

I lifted my eyebrow. "What makes you think I would like to go anywhere with you?"

He chuckled, took a puff and let it out. "It was worth giving a shot."

"You don't even know if I swing that way." I walked to his side again.

He looked down at me. Handed me the joint and I smirked. I too, took a puff and passed it back.

"All of you screams homo." He shrugged, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Fair enough."

"So?"

"Your place or my place?" I asked.

"Yours."

And so we did. On his car, we drove to my place. And well...I can say we didn't read the Bible.

The next morning, I didn't even bother to turn around and see the empty spot.

I didn't even catch his name. I don't even know if he's married or has a boyfriend. I don't know if I ever will see him again.

AlI could think was the words he repeated at least twice before we went into it.

"You know? I'm not good."