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Drunken Minds, Think Sober Thoughts.
Chapter one
Twenty-two year old Massie Block walked into the local San Francisco bar located close to her apartment. The bar was small and quaint, it had a few booths set up on the far right side and a small rarely used dance floor on the left. Massie found herself coming to the bar quite often ever since she moved to California. The bartender, Joe, who was in his early 50's knew Massie quite well. He even had a drink ready for her every night she came in, a gin and tonic with no ice. Plenty of people at the bar knew Massie, all of them were much, much older than her. Massie counted most of them as family. Although, you don't usually get drunk every night with your family, but for Massie that's the closest thing she could get to a family.
So this dreary Wednesday night Massie could not wait to have her drink and forget the world until the next morning. However, when she walked in discovering her drink was not ready. Massie was a mixture of shocked and furious.
Massie looked around and spotted Mary Ann and her husband Paul sitting on two stools at the end of the bar enjoying a rum and coke. Massie strutted over.
"Oh, Hello there Massie, I didn't see you walk in! How's things?" Mary Ann asked in her gingery sweet voice.
"Hi Mary Ann, Paul, I'd love to talk, but I really need a drink…Is Joe busy?"
"Oh, darling Joe didn't tell you? He's on vacation, taking his sweetheart down to Florida, he sure can be quite the romantic unlike some people who forget your anniversary and make up for it by taking you to Mcdonald's for one dollar sundaes! I mean really Paul? Twenty years together and this is what I get?" Mary Ann babbled on while her husband shook her head.
"So whose working the bar!" Massie was on the verge of a meltdown. In a minute she was going to jump over the bar and get her drink herself.
"Oh, Paul hired his neighbor, he's quite nice and if I might say he's rather very good looking, young, oh like your age Massie! You should really talk to him, he's such a charmer, and he can make a mean rum and coke! I didn't catch his name though." Mary Ann could talk for hours if you let her.
Massie sighed, "Well, where is he?"
Mary Ann looked around, "Oh, right there dear!"
Emerging from the stock room came a tall shaggy blonde haired man. He had a small towel over his right shoulder. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He poured a drink into a glass and handed it to one of the other locals giving her a dazzling pearly white smile. Even his beautiful chocolate brown eyes were smiling. Massie would've took note of this man's looks, but instead she strutted over to him.
"Can I puh-lease get a tonic and gin, no ice?"
The guy looked at Massie amused, "Can I puh-lease see an id miss?"
Massie looked at this guy in disbelief, not once has she ever been asked to see her id while coming here, "What? Why?"
The guy chuckled, "I'm sorry sweetheart, but you have to be 21 to drink here."
"I'm twenty-two!" Massie almost shouted, her day was stressful enough and all she wanted to do was drink, not put up with an indecent asshole like him.
"You don't look a day over eighteen; I'll believe it when I see that id."
Massie pulled out her id, and whipped it at him.
"Rawr, someone's a bit feisty. I believe you now. What was it you wanted Miss Block?" he said glancing down at her id.
"Gin and tonic, no ice, and May I have my id back?"
He handed it back to her, "That's quite a picture there, Massie."
"I don't think someone like you can have the privilege of saying my first name."
He smirked as he poured her drink, "Someone like me, eh?
"Yes, someone like you, do you have hearing problems or something?" Massie said starting to really hate this guy.
"Nope, can't say I do. Here's your drink miss." He said handing it to her.
"Thanks." Massie sighed.
"So, what's a pretty gal like you doing in a place like this?"
Massie half-smiled, "I'm here almost every day, this place is like home."
"This place? How?"
Massie downed her drink, "I wouldn't understand someone like you to understand."
"There ya go with that someone like me bull crap again."
Massie laughed, "Make me another."
He grabbed her glass and started pouring the same drink again, "So you say you come her often?"
"That I do."
"So we'll be seeing lots of each other, Block"
"Guess so…" Massie trailed off. She looked up to his chocolate brown eyes that looked like they were trying to say something, but then he looked back down at her drink.
"Here you are." He slid the drink over.
Thanks, umm..?"
"Derrick. Derrick Harrington." He smiled extending his hand.
"My pleasure Mr. Harrington." Massie said as she took it.
"Please, call me Derrick" he smiled shaking her hand.
"Derrick." Massie smiled back not letting go of his firm handshake.
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