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To sleep.. Lonely he sits at an empty bar,a cold glass cradled in his hand,the burning amber liquor sweet in his nostrils as he nods to order another. He doesn't care for the company,the mood he's in demands solitude,but still he craves company. Hers. Hers especially. But he knows that when he checks the phone in his pocket,that it will be mute and barren. The bartender turns his back to him,polishing the bottle of bourbon that he knows will be depleted come last call. The low drone of the jukebox cycles as another song loads before the nascent whine of Keith Richard's guitar splits the air. The cold glass itches against the scar on his lips as he takes a sip,staring with disappointment at his own reflection in the dusty mirrors framed by the faded hardwood of the back bar... How did he find himself here,he asked himself. How did he find himself alone,desolate and trying to drown his sorrows in bourbon aged in smoky single malt whisky. He knows,deep down,but he also knows he's afraid to admit it to himself. And while he still can,he'd much rather keep chasing sanctuary at the bottom of a variety of bottles. It's a weakness,but one he'll live with,at least for the time being. He shivers as the door opens,an early winter's breeze across the back of his neck,reminiscent of the way she used to tease him awake in the morning. Her breath raising the hairs at the nape of his neck as her fingertips traced intricate yet invisible patterns down his spine until he could feel the desire stir him and he'd turn into her,their lips meeting until nothing mattered but the breathless moments. He drains his glass in a hurry,the alcohol burning away the memories that threaten to overcome him as the newcomer in the bar pulls up beside him,ordering a "shot and a brew" followed with the instructions to keep them coming. The stranger sinks his shot,leaving the glass upturned on the near reflective surface of the black granite bar top. A heavy slug of his beer before wandering towards the now silent jukebox,the sound of the coins grating as he feeds them into the contraption,that pregnant pause as he makes his selections before the sounds of classic rock drown the passing traffic once more,leaving the patrons to their alcoholic melancholy. The stranger returns to his stool,pausing slightly before seating himself once more like a Catholic genuflecting before the altar. The original drinker smirks as another shot is placed before the stranger. Jameson's. Brings back memories of his father he says, raising the shot glass in a salute to his neighbour. "So,who do I have the pleasure of sharing drinks with this desolate winter's afternoon?" the stranger enquires. "Name's Wes" the original drinker replies, "Now,to your health Mr...?" "Mr Baker to those posting me mail,but from day to day it's James." The glasses clink,that crystalline echo fading into the classic rock as they finish their whiskeys,words starting to flow as the bartender pours round after round as the jukebox dances between the Beatles,the Stones,Eagles,Led Zep et al. The sun went down at a substantially slower rate than the drinks in their glasses,the bartenders changed at the turning of the shifts as the two strangers became acquainted through the blessing of alcohol loosening tongues... The bar closes at midnight,and by this point through a series of anecdotes and assorted tales of the war between the sexes as only the recently heartbroken and emotionally scarred can relate,the two men bond,agreeing that this type of wasted day should be a regular occurrence. The bartender smiles as he overhears this,his tips have been as steady and as voluminous at the two gents alcohol consumption. The larger of the two,James,stumbles as he slides from his stool,only to be quickly steadied by Wes. A pair of taxis arrive to deliver the unlikely duo safely unto their domains and the bartender locks the door behind them. The sun rises through his frost encrusted window as Wes drags the covers from his sleep addled body. He wondered what had made him dream about that hazy night nearly eighteen months ago,and then it hit him. That was the day he'd gotten the divorce papers,and today was the final hearing. Looking around the shell of a living space he called home,he reflected on what had changed since that day. Back then he was twenty-eight years old and bloated,mired in his own indecision as his world fell apart. Now he found himself looking forward to shutting that book behind him as he grabbed the loaded dumbbells from near his now empty bed. The simple monotony of physical exertions helped him find that fleeting calmness some Eastern religions and beliefs referred to as "Zen" The first flickers of the morning sun of a cold February morning almost caresses his muscles as he works through his morning routine,his alarm breaking him from his reverie and reminding him that he needs to get going earlier than he would like. Courtrooms are not generally known for their leniency towards belated arrivals. The shower head sputters into life before the torrent of nigh on scalding water cascades over him. His dark hair falling over his forehead as he lets the hot water ease aching muscles,the sleep rinsed from his eyes as he unfolded his old fashioned razor to sharpen his image for the day ahead. The cold steel contrasts with the hot water,bringing his senses and thoughts up to speed before he shuts of the shower and grabs a towel from the rail. His dark blue suit hangs ready to wear,the tie a matching shade to contrast his sombre black shirt. His wedding ring he leaves on the dresser,as he has in recent months,and while he recalls that she bought him the cuff links he's chosen to wear,he doubts she'll notice. Not with her new love on her arm. Part of him is still surprised that she'd be so callous as to bring him to the proceedings,but he knows she will. So he grins and bears it as he climbs into the taxi to head to seal the fate of his first great love... Six hours later,He walks into his local bar now officially a free man. No ties to the woman from his past except the memories which haunt his dreams. And even they have become less frequent as the days have turned to months,the months surpassed the year. Now he just longs to celebrate with his friends and maybe,hopefully, the company of an attractive female to end the night. He does smile at the almost poetic irony of having been described as a hopeless romantic,and yet he just got divorced on Valentine's Day. Walking into the bar,he's happy to see a few friendly faces,even at this early hour of the afternoon. One or two are here to help him celebrate,but the others are just happy to have an excuse,any excuse,to enjoy their alcoholism. James turns as Wes takes his overcoat off,loosening his tie as he looks to the bartender. Suddenly Wes finds himself engulfed in a gregarious bear hug,hands slapping against each others backs as the bartender pours,well accustomed to the antics of the pair. The heavy bottomed glasses slide across the bar top into eagerly waiting hands. The pair rhyme off what has become something of a traditional toast between them before the bourbon burns down their throat. A proper round of drinks is swiftly ordered,this time to the much more sedate toast of "To freedom and new beginnings" as the two gents sip at their beers. Wes is several inches taller than his companion, but James is bulkier. The others in the quiet bar join in this toast,over the passing months they've become aware of Wes' upcoming court proceedings and knew that today he'd be looking to "drown some sorrows" as only this pair can. The hours pass as the bar starts to busy,a mix of singles and couples that seems at odds with the subtle decorations that were the meagre concessions to the occasion. The night beckons as the DJ starts his Friday night. The lights dim as the volume rises. The drinks keep coming as the suit jacket eventually comes off. A few rounds of drinks later and the cuff links are relegated to the inside pocket of his jacket,his shirt sleeves rolled up past his elbows as he strikes up a conversation with a pretty,petite,brunette with facial piercings and an impish grin as she drags him up to dance. A slow beat helps him find his rhythm through the haze of alcohol and pheromones. Or maybe just his hormones kicking into gear after too long on the shelf. But at that moment in time,as she looked up and smiled at him,he didn't really care. The tempo of the dance picked up as they pressed closer against each other,bodies moving in time with the beat of the music. James raised a silent toast in his friend's general direction before turning back to the blonde standing next to him. Morning found him smiling,feeling her breathing almost in time with his. Absent mindedly his fingers ran through her raven hair,just enjoying the feeling of having someone close to him. Wes hadn't felt this kind of peace in years,not even in the dying months of his marriage. Hell,especially not then,as his career stagnated and his wife drifted away from him and into the arms of another. It was strangely peaceful to enjoy the company of a woman,even one he'd only just met. It'd been close to a decade since he'd fallen into bed with a pretty stranger,in the days before he'd fallen head over heels. Now it was like being reborn,or even just a reawakening,especially as she stirred beside him,her left foot sliding up and down his inside legs as she started to tease her fingers across his abdomen. Her playful teasing brought a grin to his face as he started to respond in kind,his fingertips teasing down her spine,his body turning towards hers,her lips finding his as his heartbeat spikes,his arms wrapping around her slender waist as she rolls on top of him,looking down and smiling at him in a way that makes him melt and time ceased to matter. His memory was fragmented when he thought back on that morning,flashes of sensations and images. Her smile,the feeling of her lip piercings against his neck and collarbone,her biting down on his chest as her hips rocked and he never felt more alive. Hours later he woke once more,still tangled in the sheets and her. His phone was ringing somewhere in the discarded heap of clothing that he barely recalled contributing to. Trying not to wake the petite beauty still slumbering,he rummaged through the pile until he found his phone and answered it. James,he should've known as his friend boomed down the phone "Hey Casanova,how'd last night go? "Last night is a blur after you bought the sixth round of slammers. This morning is a clearer set of recollections" James' hearty laughter brought a smirk to Wes' face. "I shouldn't be surprised,but you needed cheering up and I took a bet that tequila would perk you right up" "Yeah,but it could've easily started a recreation of Genghis Khan's business trip to Baghdad! You know how I get on that Mexican fire-water" "You win some you lose some,and judging by our luck last night,I'd say it was a winner" "True,who was the pretty,leggy blonde I seem to recall you exchanging sweet nothings with?" "You're gonna mock me for her name...I just know it" James sounded uncharacteristically nervous,as though embarrassed. "James,we know each other well enough by now that if you really like the girl,I won't make a joke of it." "Fine,her name is Isolde" "You like this girl,don't you? In fact,I'm willing to bet ten bucks that you're on your way to meet her again" "God damn you,how'd you know?" "You're calling me when I'm still in bed with Rachel,so that suggest that you didn't go home with your Isolde. But you like her enough to tell me her real name,as unusual as it is,so you've arranged to see her again" "You really do know me far too well. If things go well,you think you could suggest a double date with Rachel for dinner later?" "You really are nervous about this one if you want moral support within twenty-four hours of meeting her. Not only that,you're suggesting it in the manner of a challenge,which you know I'll rise to. Fine,I'll wake sleeping beauty here and see what she says to it. Picked a venue for this romantic rendezvous as yet? Or are you leaving it till the last minute as usual?" "Let's say Max's at 7? Means we can keep it fairly relaxed. I'm nervous enough as it is without having to overdress" "But we look oh so debonair when we're dressed to the nines" "I'll worry enough about tripping over my words without a neck tie in the way. Let's keep it casual enough so I can concentrate on not fucking up things with Isolde,at least this soon after meeting her. Down the road she'll find plenty of things about me to drive her crazy,but I'd like to get to that point with a good impression on my side" "Don't be so down on yourself Jimmy boy. I'll see you at seven and help you woo this magnificent woman who has you so off kilter" "See you and your petite brunette later my friend" "Later Tristan" Wes quipped as he hung up the phone,cutting his friend's stream of profanities mercifully short. He suddenly realised that he'd been wandering about his apartment whilst talking on the phone,an awkward revelation when he noticed he was still naked and that none of his shutters were closed. Thankfully he didn't see any alarmed gazes from nearby windows as he returned to the bedroom. Finding her curled up on his side of the bed,sheets wrapped around her as she started to stir. Wes quickly glanced at the clock on his bedside as he sat down the two glasses. "Afternoon gorgeous,sleep well?" He asked. "What do you mean afternoon? It can't be that late in the day,can it?" she asked,rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand "It's a little before three. Seems we slept a bit more after waking up with the sunrise. Want a drink?" Wes asks,offering her one of the glasses. "I remember you saying you like some fruit juice when you're getting out of bed,is cherry okay?" "Sweet of you to remember,I'm impressed" She takes the glass and moves over in the bed again,the sheets wrapped around her but allowing him to sit alongside her. He leans in to softly kiss her cheek as she sips at the dark red juice,shivering slightly at how cold it is,then shivering a bit more as he whispers in her ear,thanking her for the previous night. She blushed slightly at that,thinking it a bit unusual that someone would thank her for spending the night,but still she turned to kiss him as his lips met hers. Time ceased to matter until Wes managed to remember what he needed to ask her,cursing himself for stopping yet knowing they should. "I know this might seem a bit outside the normal order of things,but how do you fancy going for dinner tonight? Just one thing I should warn you about,it would be something of a double date" "Well it would require getting dressed,but that sounds like fun. Who'll be making up the foursome?" She replied,a cheeky grin on her pretty face. "My buddy James and that leggy blonde he was so enthralled by last night. He's more than a touch nervous about an actual date with her and asked if I'd mind being some moral support for him. Plus it gives us a chance to spend more time together" Wes smirked as he noticed the slight blush on Rachel's cheeks as she agreed. "Maybe we should get out of bed then,otherwise we'll never be ready for seven." He remarked,only half joking but knowing he could happily spend the rest of the day in bed with her. James sat nervously at the bar,sipping his beer and glancing at his watch every three seconds or so,eagerly awaiting the arrival of the rest of the group. He knew he was early,but still he couldn't bear to wait anywhere else. His phone startled him as the ringtone blared into life. "Order up a round and I'll cover it in about two minutes my friend" Wes,James thought,thank god he was nearly here. "Fine amigo,what's the drinks?" "Sure you can pick something for me,and Rachel says she'll have an amaretto sour" "Girl has taste,gentlemanly company excluded" James quipped,although even to himself it sounded forced. "See you in a minute buddy," Wes said,hanging up the phone. James turned back to his beer,nerves still aflutter in his stomach as he caught the attention of the waitress and ordered for Wes and Rachel. "I hope you're going to order something for me there,or does a girl have to get her own drink around here?" James nearly spilled his drink at the sound of her voice. "Of course she doesn't,but letting the guy know what she wants would help matters there" Trying his best to sound nonchalant with his response,James fought to quell the nerves and fears that assailed him. "So what's the lady's pleasure this fine evening?" Half an hour later found the four seated around a table,small talk over the appetisers and drinks giving way to comfortable discussions over the main courses,finally surrendering to relaxed banter and flirtation between the two couples,especially as the alcohol flowed freely. The candles on the table burned ever lower as the night wore on,James' smile growing bit by bit as his fears and nerves subsided,every passing minute with Isolde making him feel more at ease with her. Rachel and Wes were surreptitiously trying to play "footsie" under the table,whilst continuing the conversation. Isolde was relaxing,her pale blue eyes continuously flicking to espy James glancing at her. She smiled as she realised he could barely take his eyes off her,a discovery she found she liked. Something about the almost gentle giant sparked her interest in the bar the previous night. His obvious,fraternal affection for Wes was part of it,as was his almost chivalrous streak when some drunken creep had been hassling her as he came back from the gent's room. She didn't know what he'd whispered in the drunks ear,but it had sent him scampering as James had turned back to her and offered to buy her another drink. It'd been a while since she'd seen anyone play the knight in shining armour role,even longer since anyone had considered her a damsel in distress. Normally she'd have sent the drunk away with his tail between his legs thanks to her sharp tongue,but for some reason she'd waited for James' intervention. Isolde's attention snapped back to the conversation as she noticed the waiter was asking for more drink orders. James and Wes both ordered bourbon on the rocks,while Rachel stuck to an Amaretto Sour. Isolde glanced quickly at the cocktail menu and ordered a Gin Gin Mule. She slowly sipped at the last of her wine,letting it wash away the sweet after taste of her dessert as those around her chatted with ease. Strange to think that only two of the four had known each other more than twenty-four hours,and none of them had known each other less than two years ago. Yet the two gentlemen seemed to be almost brotherly in nature,as if they'd known each other all their lives. She found herself almost staring at James again,liking the way his green eyes sparkled behind his rimless spectacles. And he could barely take his eyes off her. The waiter returned with the next round of drinks,and Isolde was glad for the distraction. She wasn't used to this. Normally she was completely in control when she was on a date,but this time it felt like both of them were out of their depth,being washed on a tide to God only knows where. Wes had to admit to himself that this wasn't a bad start to his unmarried life. He was in the company of a gorgeous woman he found utterly alluring,and his best friend was clearly in a similar situation. It was refreshing to enjoy a good meal and several drinks in good company. Prior to meeting James,most of his drinking in recent years had been almost self-destructive in nature. The waiter reappeared to inform them that last orders for drinks would need to be placed shortly. Wes ordered quickly,not giving James a chance to object as he requested another round of drinks coupled with four Slammer Royale's. As the drinks arrived,the girls looked at the shots with apprehension. "As I mentioned earlier,this week has been interesting to say the least,but I'd like to raise a toast to what's been a great start to a new chapter in my life. So thank you" Wes said,raising hit shot towards the centre of the table. James followed suit as Isolde and Rachel eventually joined in. "So raise 'em up" "Drink 'em down" James continued "And have another!" Wes concluded what'd became their traditional toast as the group sank their shots. "Slammer Royale: a good tequila,a squirt of lime juice topped with champagne. And since we seem to be the last ones in the restaurant besides staff,do we have a plan for after we leave here?" Wandering through the city streets with a beautiful woman on their arm,James and Wes were happy enough to go to a nightclub,something they would both normally be adverse to. But it's amazing what a pretty smile can persuade a guy to do,much less two such smiles. Wes turned his head and leaned down to kiss Rachel's forehead as she leaned in close to him. As his lips left her skin he noticed her shuddering in the cold February air. Without thinking he'd shrugged off his coat and draped it around her shoulders before offering his arm once more. James glanced at Isolde to see if she needed similar treatment,but she just shook her head slightly and kissed his cheek. "I'm fine James,it's not far to the club anyway and if I'm still cold when we get there then you'll just have to dance close to me to help me defrost" she whispered in his ear. James blushed slightly as he slid his arm around the small of her back,holding her close to him as they continued walking towards the club. The bass was a dull thud as the two couples ascended the stairway into the club,the decor post modernist at odds with the dance music that greeted them as they entered the main bar area of the club. James and Isolde went to check the coats for the group whilst Wes and Rachel made their way to the crowded bar. Rachel insisted on buying the drinks since the gents had bought dinner. Standing in front of him at the bar,she took advantage of the press of bodies around them to tease him by swinging her hips in time with the music,her ass pressing against his crotch. She turned to him with a smirk on her face as she asked what he wanted to drink. He responded by resting his hands on her hips and leaning in to whisper in her ear that he'd just have a rum and coke before kissing her neck just behind the ear,sending shivers down her spine. Two can play at that game he thought to himself with a devilish grin. Rachel turned back to the bartender,trying not to blush as she finished placing her order. The drinks were just arriving as James and Isolde returned briefly to say they'd spotted a table free and were going to claim it. Wes calmly said he'd see them there as he ground his hips against Rachel once more,returning the favour. He reached past her to lift the drinks from the bar,giving her the opportunity to lean into him and kiss him softly. "Would it be an assumption that I'll be spending the night again?" She asked,looking up into his golden brown eyes. "Only if you want to Rachel,although I won't deny that it sounds like a great way to finish an incredible day" "Well,that's our sleeping arrangements sorted,now to finalise those of James and Isolde" She replied with a grin. "I think most of the work is done there Cupid,they just need that final nudge" He replied,winking at her as they made their way to the table. Song faded into song,and drink followed drink as the evening turned to night and as the night passed its zenith. Wes found himself becoming more and more interested in the young beauty beside him as they talked and discovered more about each other even over the oppressive din of the thumping bass and arrhythmic treble of electronic distortion. Isolde had led James by the hand to the midst of the dance floor,her easy grace at odds with his lack thereof. She was slender,lithe almost,and her blonde hair reflected the multitude of colours from the fluorescent bulbs framing the club. James was keeping his movements simple,thankfully,his bulky frame at odds with the tall but sleek woman with her arms around his neck. She seemed to take great delight in finding a rhythm with him,dancing with and around him,recognising his lack of grace and balancing it with her own. James kept swaying with the music until she spun close to him. Wrapping his arms around the small of her back,he leaned down and kissed her,softly at first,his stubble rasping against her soft skin as their lips met. His arms pulled her closer as they forgot about dancing and just focused on each other. The press of bodies around them led to the realisation that such activities would be better continued back at the table, both of them blushing slightly as they left the crowded dance floor. Wes and Rachel looked up from their embrace to greet the pair back to the table. Wes sat comfortably with his arm draped around Rachel's shoulder as he raised his glass in salute to his friend,quickly turning the impromptu gesture into a toast. "To new beginnings and wherever they may lead us" He proclaimed,smirking at the slight blush still visible on his friend's cheek. "To new beginnings" the group agreed,taking a sip from their glasses. Wes almost marvelled at the fact that as a group,they were almost complete strangers. Of course,in the time he'd known James,they'd grown closer than he'd ever have thought from that chance encounter eighteen months ago. And looking now at his friend and Isolde,he saw the type of chemistry that features heavily in trashy romance novels and romantic comedies. But here he was seeing it for the first time in real life,and he had to admit to feeling a pang of jealousy. Only a minor twinge though,he was genuinely happy for his friend and smiled at the fact that neither James nor Isolde seemed aware of how intense that chemistry was between them. They'd realise in time of course,assuming nothing went awry and Wes was going to do his best to make sure his friend got the happiness he deserved. The hopeless romantic in him may have been a wounded creature following his divorce,but at that moment in time it saw something it wanted to see work. Something maybe it even needed to work. He saw the hope of a new beginning,the promise of something yet to come. The next morning,after taxi rides and tangled limbs,Wes awoke feeling strangely at peace. His life had fallen apart,his heart and been shattered and he'd spent a large chunk of two years chasing oblivion at the bottom of every bottle he could find and afford. But something had changed as he slid from between his sheets,leaving the pretty young thing who'd once again spent the night to slumber onwards. In spite of how heavy his alcohol consumption had been,maybe things had changed. Maybe,just maybe,he could continue to enjoy life as he had been in the preceding thirty-six hours. As he realised this change,he felt a slight grin tug on his lips. Looking around,he realised that he had somehow remembered to close the shutters in his apartment. Probably a subconscious remnant from the previous morning's surprise and relief. Opening the fridge,he blinked through the harsh fluorescence,the glaring yellow light bathing his still groggy and distracted body and mind respectively. And idea slowly forms,more clearly once his stomach rumbles in hunger. He starts to grab ingredients from the fridge,mentally composing a menu for a shared breakfast in bed. Wes worked his way through the preparation and cooking of a selection of breakfast snacks,secretly delighting in the thought of surprising Rachel with such a gesture,not to mention the surprise of a single man living alone knowing his way around a kitchen with such ease. In fact,since his break up,it was a skill he had rarely used for anyone but himself and the very infrequent family visits. He was just plating up the portions when he heard a slight shuffle from the doorway behind him. Turning around slowly,he took in the sight of Rachel draped in one of his shirts. The size disparity made it almost comical as his shirt covered her to almost her knees. "You know,that's quite a fetching look on you my dear" He remarked as she blushed slightly. The fact she'd borrowed some of his attire made him aware that it was something he currently lacked. "How about some breakfast in bed?" He asked as he offered her a glass of fruit juice before lifting the tray of food. She leaned up on her tip-toes to kiss him in response before turning to head back to the bedroom,pausing briefly to flick up the back of his shirt,baring her naked curves before dashing back to bed. Wes just smirked and thought to himself,there really are worse ways to spend the first weekend as a divorced man... Just a 5000 word teaser of a piece of writing I've been working on over the last while. there's also a few "deleted scenes" of a more<b> explicit </font></b>nature that just didn't feel like they really belong in the main prose |
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