Okay yall. This is a prequel, to basically anything that I write. Peace
out.
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"Molson."
"Canadian beer?" Replied the bartender. "You depressed?"
"Yeah." She spat. A regular at the bar, that's what she was. After every day she'd come here to unwind. The bartender, Joe, who always served her, placed down a glass and poured the foamy alcohol into it. Joe knew about her job her and her life. It's surprising what people reveal when they're sad, and a bit drunk. She looked to her left as a guy sat down. She recognized him, but on the street or something.
"Could I have a Bud Light?" He requested. He looked to his right and saw Sara, who quickly turned her head away. "Whoa, Molson Canadian, must be desperate." Sara smiled and nodded grimly.
"Totally beat. Work related."
"What do you do?"
"Coroners office. It's just seeing dead people day after day. It's sad. Especially the kids." She said glumly. He nodded in agreement. "I just wish I could just get away. Leave."
"What's the point in running? San Francisco is a nice place; you just have to look. How about this, I take you to dinner tomorrow, and you reconsider." Sara smiled, a closed mouth smile, as not to show her gap.
"Sure."
"Jacob."
"Sara."
That was the night that would change her life forever. That was the conversation. That was the guy.
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Sorry its so short yall. I'll get another one posted soon though (I hope) Love ya! Oh ya. Nothing wrong with Canadian beer. Hell, I'm Canadian. Just its stronger stuff.
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"Molson."
"Canadian beer?" Replied the bartender. "You depressed?"
"Yeah." She spat. A regular at the bar, that's what she was. After every day she'd come here to unwind. The bartender, Joe, who always served her, placed down a glass and poured the foamy alcohol into it. Joe knew about her job her and her life. It's surprising what people reveal when they're sad, and a bit drunk. She looked to her left as a guy sat down. She recognized him, but on the street or something.
"Could I have a Bud Light?" He requested. He looked to his right and saw Sara, who quickly turned her head away. "Whoa, Molson Canadian, must be desperate." Sara smiled and nodded grimly.
"Totally beat. Work related."
"What do you do?"
"Coroners office. It's just seeing dead people day after day. It's sad. Especially the kids." She said glumly. He nodded in agreement. "I just wish I could just get away. Leave."
"What's the point in running? San Francisco is a nice place; you just have to look. How about this, I take you to dinner tomorrow, and you reconsider." Sara smiled, a closed mouth smile, as not to show her gap.
"Sure."
"Jacob."
"Sara."
That was the night that would change her life forever. That was the conversation. That was the guy.
~!*!~
Sorry its so short yall. I'll get another one posted soon though (I hope) Love ya! Oh ya. Nothing wrong with Canadian beer. Hell, I'm Canadian. Just its stronger stuff.