Chapter 2:
It was dark outside, and although the rain was pouring down, I didn't feel like driving. Which was probably best, Sam always said I drove like a maniac, and in rainy conditions who knew what damage I could've done. Anyway, I needed the air.
I must have walked about 10 blocks in the downpour before I finally decided to seek shelter in a nearby bar.
I instinctively turned to my right, to hang up my coat…but there was no coat-stand? And in that split second I realised that I wasn't at Cheers. Ever since I'd met Frasier, Cheers seemed to be the only place I'd been to after work.
So, with my coat still on I proceeded to the unfamiliar bar and ordered a Scotch.
"Actually. Make it a double." I said as I sat down on a stool.
"Rough day, huh?" Said a male voice from behind me.
I turned around to see a tall handsome man with dark hair, wearing a suit not too different to one of Frasiers'.
"You could say that." I answered. As the bartender passed me my drink.
"Man trouble?"
"How… How did you know?" I questioned.
"Lots of things; you look like you've been walking in the rain for quiet a while, you just ordered a double Scotch, I've never seen you in here before, which means you're obviously trying to stay away from someone, and…. I noticed your wedding ring.
"Oh." I said, as I looked down at my ring. I wondered weather Frasier ever really meant to marry me. After all, he only proposed because I gave him an ultimatum. And he realised he couldn't have Rebecca. Did he just settle for me, in case he couldn't find someone better?
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I was shaken out of my haze.
"Not particularly." I answered.
"Oh, come on. Sometimes it's good to talk it out." He persisted.
"I know. I must tell people that about 50 times a day. I'm a psychiatrist…You'd think I'd know what to do?"
"Well sometimes you just need a new perspective." He offered.
I hated to admit it, but he was right. Of course I knew he had other intentions rather than just listening to my problems. But maybe the best perspective would be that of a stranger? "OK, if you really want to listen?"
"Great. I'm Philip, by the way?"
"Lilith." I said, as I extended my arm to shake his hand.
"Lilith? That's a beautiful name." He said, as he took my hand, and kissed it. "Enchanted to meet you Lilith."
He wasn't a standard barfly, I'll give him that. Very charming.
"Maybe we should move somewhere a little more private. Follow me." He said, as he led me to a secluded table in the back of the bar. Of course he was trying to make his intentions obvious, but I told myself I wouldn't let it go that far. I just needed someone to vent to.
It was dark outside, and although the rain was pouring down, I didn't feel like driving. Which was probably best, Sam always said I drove like a maniac, and in rainy conditions who knew what damage I could've done. Anyway, I needed the air.
I must have walked about 10 blocks in the downpour before I finally decided to seek shelter in a nearby bar.
I instinctively turned to my right, to hang up my coat…but there was no coat-stand? And in that split second I realised that I wasn't at Cheers. Ever since I'd met Frasier, Cheers seemed to be the only place I'd been to after work.
So, with my coat still on I proceeded to the unfamiliar bar and ordered a Scotch.
"Actually. Make it a double." I said as I sat down on a stool.
"Rough day, huh?" Said a male voice from behind me.
I turned around to see a tall handsome man with dark hair, wearing a suit not too different to one of Frasiers'.
"You could say that." I answered. As the bartender passed me my drink.
"Man trouble?"
"How… How did you know?" I questioned.
"Lots of things; you look like you've been walking in the rain for quiet a while, you just ordered a double Scotch, I've never seen you in here before, which means you're obviously trying to stay away from someone, and…. I noticed your wedding ring.
"Oh." I said, as I looked down at my ring. I wondered weather Frasier ever really meant to marry me. After all, he only proposed because I gave him an ultimatum. And he realised he couldn't have Rebecca. Did he just settle for me, in case he couldn't find someone better?
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I was shaken out of my haze.
"Not particularly." I answered.
"Oh, come on. Sometimes it's good to talk it out." He persisted.
"I know. I must tell people that about 50 times a day. I'm a psychiatrist…You'd think I'd know what to do?"
"Well sometimes you just need a new perspective." He offered.
I hated to admit it, but he was right. Of course I knew he had other intentions rather than just listening to my problems. But maybe the best perspective would be that of a stranger? "OK, if you really want to listen?"
"Great. I'm Philip, by the way?"
"Lilith." I said, as I extended my arm to shake his hand.
"Lilith? That's a beautiful name." He said, as he took my hand, and kissed it. "Enchanted to meet you Lilith."
He wasn't a standard barfly, I'll give him that. Very charming.
"Maybe we should move somewhere a little more private. Follow me." He said, as he led me to a secluded table in the back of the bar. Of course he was trying to make his intentions obvious, but I told myself I wouldn't let it go that far. I just needed someone to vent to.