he’ll get the hint.
“It will be a few minutes for all of those drinks.”
“That’s all right, Carl. If you want to have Lex bring those over to us, we’re going to be at table eight.” Layla says all friendly.
I grab he r hand and tow her away from the bar, no idea where table eight is. I feel her pulling me back, so I allow her the control of directing us. She leads us to a table that is tucked into the corner of the stage, an empty stage that no one is performing on, tonight anyway.
Layla lets go of my hand and pulls her own bar stool out . I choose the one next to her. Gage, Zepp, and Jason take a seat as well.
“What was that about?” Layla asks me inquisitively.
“What was what about?” I ask back, pretending to be clueless.
“You know what I’m talking about. You pretty much mauled my hand as soon as Carl came into view.”
“ I don’t like him, actually I detest him. I hate how he talks to you and you are well aware of all of this. I was staking a claim in front of him. Maybe now he’ll leave you alone.” I reply defending my actions to her.
“You really didn’t have to do that . He really is harmless. He wouldn’t ever act on anything, I’ve worked with him for over a year now. I think I know him well enough by now.”
“Lals, that’s what you don’t get. You trust way too many people easily. Knowing someone well enough , isn’t good enough for me. I can’t stand knowing you come to work at this place a few days out of the week and that it’s with him.” I slam my lips together.
I really can’t make her aware of how much I care about her . If she were to be aware of me actually giving a shit, she wouldn’t listen to any of the advice I have to give.
She’s been spooling a protective layer around Natalie for so long, that she forgets what it’s like having her own or anyone else’s. I didn’t realize this until Natalie moved out. Any time I had an issue with something she was doing, she would go against my advice one hundred times harder. I don’t think it was on purpose, but more subconsciously. The ‘you’re not my father’ argument.
I’m not saying that I could blame her for being like that . From what I know, her life has been as much of a shit storm as Natalie’s. One would never be able to find fault in anything that she has done, if they were given an eye of her past.
I just worry about her and the path that she’s choosing to go down. Always caring for someone else and never looking out for herself. I’m not saying that someone should be a selfish asshole and only care about themselves. But when you’re caring about everyone else, care about yourself too.
I knock out of my reverie, when a drink is placed in front of me. A shot. Layla’s choice, I believe, since it’s the only one we ordered that would be colorful. I look over to her and she’s picking her shot up, as are the guys.
“One, two, three,” Layla counts.
At three, we all tip our heads back and down the fruity confection. I wouldn’t admit this to her, because then she would be ordering them all night, but it wasn’t half bad. Bordering down right good.
“Not so bad, huh?” She asks all of us.
“I’ve had better,” I mutter.
She starts laughing, “You liked it, all of you did, admit it and I won’t make you drink fruity drinks all night.”
“Yeah, yeah it wasn’t so bad,” Gage says.
She giggles hearing him admit it.
“Boilermaker next?” I ask.
“Yup,” Gage says, while handing me mine. The glass of beer and a shot of whiskey.
On three , we drop the shot in and chug down the beer. I have a feeling that we’re going to rush through these drinks and in a matter of moments the buzz will rush in on us.
This bar has no idea what it’s in for. Although , I’ve never seen Layla drunk. When she does drink, it’s a glass of wine here or there, or maybe a beer to join in with us. But never all out consuming alcohol to get the rush of a buzz.
“Next?”
“Jack &
“It will be a few minutes for all of those drinks.”
“That’s all right, Carl. If you want to have Lex bring those over to us, we’re going to be at table eight.” Layla says all friendly.
I grab he r hand and tow her away from the bar, no idea where table eight is. I feel her pulling me back, so I allow her the control of directing us. She leads us to a table that is tucked into the corner of the stage, an empty stage that no one is performing on, tonight anyway.
Layla lets go of my hand and pulls her own bar stool out . I choose the one next to her. Gage, Zepp, and Jason take a seat as well.
“What was that about?” Layla asks me inquisitively.
“What was what about?” I ask back, pretending to be clueless.
“You know what I’m talking about. You pretty much mauled my hand as soon as Carl came into view.”
“ I don’t like him, actually I detest him. I hate how he talks to you and you are well aware of all of this. I was staking a claim in front of him. Maybe now he’ll leave you alone.” I reply defending my actions to her.
“You really didn’t have to do that . He really is harmless. He wouldn’t ever act on anything, I’ve worked with him for over a year now. I think I know him well enough by now.”
“Lals, that’s what you don’t get. You trust way too many people easily. Knowing someone well enough , isn’t good enough for me. I can’t stand knowing you come to work at this place a few days out of the week and that it’s with him.” I slam my lips together.
I really can’t make her aware of how much I care about her . If she were to be aware of me actually giving a shit, she wouldn’t listen to any of the advice I have to give.
She’s been spooling a protective layer around Natalie for so long, that she forgets what it’s like having her own or anyone else’s. I didn’t realize this until Natalie moved out. Any time I had an issue with something she was doing, she would go against my advice one hundred times harder. I don’t think it was on purpose, but more subconsciously. The ‘you’re not my father’ argument.
I’m not saying that I could blame her for being like that . From what I know, her life has been as much of a shit storm as Natalie’s. One would never be able to find fault in anything that she has done, if they were given an eye of her past.
I just worry about her and the path that she’s choosing to go down. Always caring for someone else and never looking out for herself. I’m not saying that someone should be a selfish asshole and only care about themselves. But when you’re caring about everyone else, care about yourself too.
I knock out of my reverie, when a drink is placed in front of me. A shot. Layla’s choice, I believe, since it’s the only one we ordered that would be colorful. I look over to her and she’s picking her shot up, as are the guys.
“One, two, three,” Layla counts.
At three, we all tip our heads back and down the fruity confection. I wouldn’t admit this to her, because then she would be ordering them all night, but it wasn’t half bad. Bordering down right good.
“Not so bad, huh?” She asks all of us.
“I’ve had better,” I mutter.
She starts laughing, “You liked it, all of you did, admit it and I won’t make you drink fruity drinks all night.”
“Yeah, yeah it wasn’t so bad,” Gage says.
She giggles hearing him admit it.
“Boilermaker next?” I ask.
“Yup,” Gage says, while handing me mine. The glass of beer and a shot of whiskey.
On three , we drop the shot in and chug down the beer. I have a feeling that we’re going to rush through these drinks and in a matter of moments the buzz will rush in on us.
This bar has no idea what it’s in for. Although , I’ve never seen Layla drunk. When she does drink, it’s a glass of wine here or there, or maybe a beer to join in with us. But never all out consuming alcohol to get the rush of a buzz.
“Next?”
“Jack &
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