-1As son as I left my father's house I went straight to Joe's. I needed tequila. Lots of tequila. And maybe a strange man depending on how drunk I got. When I entered the bar I headed for the closest bar stool and immediately got Joe's attention.
"I need tequila Joe," I said once he came over, "And keep them coming." I quickly downed the shot he set in front of me.
"Bad day?" he asked amused while I drank my second shot.
"You have no idea." He laughed at my reply and then headed off to take care of a new costumer.
I sat at the bar and started to think about my life and how it all seems like one big nightmare, only you can't wake up this time. Right when I started to list all of the reasons why my life sucked someone lightly tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up to see no other than Mark Sloane.
"This seat taken?" He asked.
I gave him an once over before replying, "I guess not." I continued with my list when he started talking to Joe but stopped once I realized he was now talking to me.
"You look sad." He said.
"I just saw my father for the first time in twenty years." I told him truthfully, what's the point in lying to someone you'll never see again?
"And how'd that go?" He asked somewhat sarcastically while taking a sip of his drink.
"Could of gone better." I said while taking another drink myself. "What are you still doing here?" I asked my curiosity getting the best of me.
I hear him take a deep breath before he replied, "I hoping Addison will show up."
I look over at him in disbelief. "You're still in love with her?"
He looks back at me and says "You're still in love with him." Although he said it more as a comment rather than a question.
We sit in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before I finally speak up.
"She won't show you, know. He's not the kind of guy you leave if you can help it."
He stares at the bar for a couple of seconds before turning to me and saying "What if you're wrong? What if just this once, life comes down on the side of the dirty mistresses?"
"Well," I said smiling, "I believe the world would come to an end."
This causes him to laugh and I can't help think how great his life is. It fits well with his McSteamy look. As Joe refills are drinks we continue to talk and laugh like we were old friends. Eventually that talking lead to flirting and the laughing lead to touching. His hand on my thigh. My hand on his arm. And Eventually our hand s were intertwined on top of the bar.
About an hour and two drinks later we left the bar together hand in hand and waited for the cab Joe called for us. Once we got in the cab we couldn't keep our hands off each other and I'm certain I heard the driver mutter 'stupid young lovers', but I wasn't entirely sure.
We got out of the cab at his hotel and walked inside and up to his room with only one thought in mind. What we didn't know was that this one night would forever change our lives.