Author's Note: This is my first story ever so please be kind. I did not have anyone review it so any mistakes that are made are mine. I know this is short, but do expect more. I will wait to see how this story does and may upload more chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.
Sitting there alone at the bar made her feel furious and lonely. The bartender passed by her avoiding her gesture for another drink. She flung her hand in front of his face making sure he did not pass her again. "Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" He asked in a judgmental voice. She glared at him.
"If I want another drink it is your obligation to serve me, not judge me. That's what you are paid for," she responded annoyingly.
"Fine, what would you like to drink?"
"Orange Blossom please, and lose the attitude, you don't want to run business away with a bad attitude." He quickly served her the drink and walked away. Great, she thought. This was what her free time had come to, sitting alone in a bar.
She turned around and watched happy couples drinking the night away. That could be her, but unfortunately her relationship with Arastoo had ended quickly. His only explanation was that she was not ready for a serious commitment and he was. She should have explained to him that he was wrong. Regrettably, all she did was watch him walk away not uttering a single word explaining her lack of commitment to their relationship. She took another glance around the bar when suddenly a familiar face caught her attention.
Dr. Sweets, what was he doing here? Dumbstruck she kept on staring. She wondered if she should go over and greet him, but opted on not to since she had come to the bar to be alone. She looked back at him to see if he was still there, only to find Dr. Sweets staring back at her. He stood up and walked towards her. Great, she could wave her night alone goodbye.
"Cam I honestly did not expect to see you here, he uttered as he reached her. Do you mind if I join you? It would be nice to not drink alone," he sat next to her without waiting for her answer.
"Sure," she whispered without considering the awkwardness that might arise with them drinking together. "I must admit Dr. Sweets I also did not expect to make your acquaintance tonight."
"Lance," he responded.
"Excuse me," she looked at him confused.
"Umm…well we are out of the Jeffersonian so I thought it would be best if you called me by my first name. Lance."
"You might be right Lance, she replied clumsily. What brings you here?"
"For one the alcohol, and secondly the distractions," he responded while observing her drink the remaining sips of her beverage.
"Distractions, why do you need distractions?" she asked him.
"I need them to keep my mind from the ever so limitless problems of life," he answered with a sad voice.
"You came to the right place; booze dulls the mind leaving little to worry about." They drank more and more dulling their minds from worries and life itself.