"What would you like sir," I asked the young man that sat on the third bar stool from the right.
"Just a root beer please. I have to drive home," he said as he looked at me with his ice blue eyes. His longish brown hair flopped in his face.
" Well you have to be under over 23 do not care about drinking and driving. I call alot of cabs," I said giggling.
"I am 22 actually. Very observant." I handed him his drink and replied.
"I am 21. This is my second month on the job.
A fight broke out at the back of the bar. I got my umbrella and stood on the counter. I held my lighter up to the fire alarm and the ceiling sprinklers went off. The fight broke up and the men left. I turned the water off and got down. "Sorry everyone!"
A man stormed over to the bar.
"What the hell? My picture of my girl," the guy yelled but he was drunk so his words slurred.
"Get another one dude" my new friend said.
"She died and who the hell are you?"
"Noah. And I dont like how your talking to," he looked at my name tag," Taylor."
The man pulled out a swich blade and pointed it at me. He pushed Noah aside. The man hobbled over the bar and came towards me. Noah was getting up but the man already had me pinned to the wall. He took his knife and stabbed me in between the rib-
s. I'm not good with blood so I started drifting. The last thing I heard was Noah's voice.
"Taylor!" I could hear the sadness in his voice.
"Just a root beer please. I have to drive home," he said as he looked at me with his ice blue eyes. His longish brown hair flopped in his face.
" Well you have to be under over 23 do not care about drinking and driving. I call alot of cabs," I said giggling.
"I am 22 actually. Very observant." I handed him his drink and replied.
"I am 21. This is my second month on the job.
A fight broke out at the back of the bar. I got my umbrella and stood on the counter. I held my lighter up to the fire alarm and the ceiling sprinklers went off. The fight broke up and the men left. I turned the water off and got down. "Sorry everyone!"
A man stormed over to the bar.
"What the hell? My picture of my girl," the guy yelled but he was drunk so his words slurred.
"Get another one dude" my new friend said.
"She died and who the hell are you?"
"Noah. And I dont like how your talking to," he looked at my name tag," Taylor."
The man pulled out a swich blade and pointed it at me. He pushed Noah aside. The man hobbled over the bar and came towards me. Noah was getting up but the man already had me pinned to the wall. He took his knife and stabbed me in between the rib-
s. I'm not good with blood so I started drifting. The last thing I heard was Noah's voice.
"Taylor!" I could hear the sadness in his voice.
That is the end unfortunately...of her life.