I don't own things...
Pour...
Shake...
Stir...
Muddle...
Strain...
Life was pretty boring for Wil right now. He was mixing drink after drink on Saturday night in Manhattan. Lyn's bar was bustling with drunks and bar-hopping twenty-somethings. The night became monotonous with slobbery men, drowning their sorrows with drink after drink.
Like every night, Wil gave up trying to start conversations with the patrons after a couple of hours. The customers soon lost their faces, and simply became 'Margarita girl' or 'Mr. G&T', instead of 'Blond hair, blue eyes' or 'Crimson hair, scary face'.
Wil heard the door swing open, irrationally hoping the new customer wouldn't order a cocktail, as he was quite busy preparing a Caipirinha for some girl with green braids.
In walks a stoic man wearing a bandana. He looked oh-so-cool with his distant eyes and forest green hair. The man sat down right in front of Wil.
"What would you like, sir?" Wil smiled. The guy looked so calm and cold. Someone like that probably just drank vodka or rum. A nice change from the complicated orders.
He can still picture it in his mind. "Singapore Sling! Extra cherries!" demanded a girl with pink pigtails, pulling along some exhausted looking middle-aged guy who simply got gin on the rocks. She came to be Serra, a regular who came to the bar every weekend, each drink more extravagant than the last. She should probably walk in soon...anyway, back to his drink.
"I'll have an Orgasm," the man said, almost inaudible. My eyes slightly widened. That's unexpected for such a cool guy.
"Uh...how would you like your Orgasm?" Wil asked. Why do Orgasms have so many variations, and why didn't he specify. Kind of an embarrassing drink.
"Umm...make my Orgasm on your BACK," the man blushed. Surely he knew how that sentence sounded. Tempted to ask him "Would you like to do that in a skanky motel or at my apartment?"
So I mixed Bailey's, Amaretto, half and half, and Kahlua over ice in a cocktail glass. I garnished with a cherry and slid the creation over to my latest customer. The crowd was thinning as the clock struck 4. I found myself interested in the man.
"Soo...what's your name?" I leaned over the counter.
"...Rath," he said while staring at his glass.
"No offense Rath, but you don't seem like the type to get an Orgasm," I said while smiling, but slightly blushed when I realized how that sounded.
"I don't get...Orgasms...usually. I was just tired of getting beer all the time," Rath explained.
"I see...that makes more sense now. Well I'm Wil. And I prefer a Sex on the Beach!" because I had to make this more awkward.
"How about...sex at my apartment?" Rath said. He clearly has been to a few bars before this one. I look at him surprised, expecting him to correct himself, but he doesn't. Well, the bar was just about closed, and he was hot...
"Um...okay."
So I grabbed my coat and left with Rath.
That was...weird. I don't know what possessed me to write about drinks. I'm not sure how bars even work, so don't get mad at me for accuracy. Oh and if you were wondering what 'on your BACK' meant, it stands for Bailey's, Amaretto, half and half (Cream), and Kahlua. There you go.