This is going to be a series of five stories between Arthur and Ariadne

Hope you like it

R&R

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They Know More Than You Wish [1/5]

His bar didn't fit it. It was run down and old. It didn't fit in with the other posh New York City restaurants that surrounded it. There were two types of people. There were the people who passed it looked away in disgust because they would never be seen in a bar like his and the people who stumbled in drunk. He only has a few regulars that come in for a drink avery once in a while but not a lot. The green plaid wall paper was pealing and the floor was crooked and it creaked. He only had the bar with stools and a few old wooden tables and chairs. He didn't get very much business besides the drunks and he was okay with that.

Being a bar tender there wasn't much Arthur didn't know. Most people that stumble into his bar are already drunk or very well on their way. If there is one thing he has learned over the years of being a bar tender is that when people are drunk, they like to do two things, talk and cry. He has seen a lot over the years. People coming to get drunk over boyfriends, over girlfriends, children, jobs, hate, and a lot of gossip. In the end though it is all the same. Arthur doesn't care about any of it. He didn't care about any of it, until she came along.

He remembers the first night she walked in perfectly. It was pouring rain out and when she walked in she looked like a wet dog. When she stumbled over to the bar he wasn't expecting anything other than the usual rant. He is usually pretty good about telling what they are here for. For her he guessed hr boyfriend dumped her. That is what most of them are in here for.

When she walked in she managed to stumble over to the bar and hop onto the stool on front of him. Again, the usual.

"I can't believe it! I can't bloody believe it!"

She looks at him expectantly. He knows better than to say anything. If he says something, they will expect something from him other than a drink. He doesn't like dealing with them. He learned a long time ago it isn't worth his time or energy.

"Keys please?" he hold out his hand expectantly.

"I walked," she slurred.

He let his hand fall. She just stared at him, not saying anything. This went on for about thirty seconds before he looked down embarrassed. It felt as if she could see right through him. As if she knew all his darkest secrets. He mentally chastised himself. She is just another drunk customer. She will leave tonight after a few drinks and he will never see her again. He can't let himself feel anything.

"Can i tell you something?"

He shrugged. Usually people didn't ask, they just talked. Either way he didn't pay much attention. It wasn't worth his time. They were just the same stories over and over. The world isn't a very unique place.

"I can't believe that he did this to me!" Definitely boyfriend, "He just had to go die on me!"

This shocked him. Most people that came in didn't talk about death.

"He left me with his fucking mess. Six bloody girlfriends and two love children! Who the hell does he think i am? Bloody Mary Poppins?"

His rules never failed him before. The consisted of never interrupt someone on a rant, never answer to them, and never to care. For five years he has been able to follow these rules without any issue. For some reason now, he was tempted to break all of them. There is just something about her that is different. He just can't quite put his finger on it.

He didn't realize that she had stopped talking. She looked at him expectantly but what was he supposed to say? There was something in her eyes though that he couldn't quite tell what it was that convinced him to break his second rule.

"i am sorry for the loss of your boyfriend."

She actually laughed. Arthur just stared at her perplexed. He shifted uncomfortably. "He wasn't my boyfriend," she managed between laughing and the odd sob, "he was my father."

This only confused him more. Why was she laughing, oh yeah she is drunk. Then it dawned on him. Her father died and left this weak young lady on front of him to clean it up. He mentally slapped himself. How could he have been so stupid? He mentally slapped himself twice. Why the hell was he getting himself into this. He doesn't even know the girl. The third rule came to hi mind, never care, yet he found himself caring. Why would any father leave all of this on his daughter shoulders? It wasn't fair, but when is the world ever fair?

Then the tears started to fall as if on cue. "It isn't fair. Why the hell was this put on me. I wasn't the one who runs a corrupt business. Im not the one who couldn't pick and chose their relationships, and i am definitely not the one who had two love children then abandoned them! What the hell is wrong with this world?" she yelled.

Then they really started falling. "It isn't fair. All he ever gave me were the scares on my back and this is what he leaves me?"

Arthur sighed. It was time to get her home.

"Ah miss...?"

"Ariadne. My name is Ariadne." she sniffled.

"Well Ariadne i am going to call a cab to take you home."

"Uh, uh okay." she hiccuped.

He walked around to the other side of the bar and took her arm and helped her off of the stool. He walked across the bar with her attracting a lot of stares from his regulars. They all know he never doesn't anything like this. He brought her out side and hailed her a cab. He opened the door for her and sat her down.

"Th-th-thank you."

"No problem Ariadne." he was about to close the door but he could leave her this way, she was lost. "Ariadne everything is going to be alright. You are a strong young woman and you will work everything out and go on with your life."

The smile she gave him almost made his heart stop. "Thank you..?"

"Arthur."

"Thank you Arthur. I hope you mean that."

"I do."

She pulled the cab door closed and drove off. He watched the cab until he couldn't see it anymore. He liked her.

R&R