Kevin swilled the ice in his glass. No more bourbon left. It was an incredibly hot evening. Kevin wore a loose fitting singlet, pair of jeans and some flip-flops.
"Hey." he called to the bartender. She turns around. Kevin points at his empty glass and she nods. The pain was almost gone. It'd been a couple of weeks since he left the hospital. He was healing pretty quickly, although his nose remainedlightly bandaged and the cut on his chin was still slightly swollen. His right eye still had a hint of blue.
The bait shop was dead quiet that evening. No more than 6 or 7 people. Either standing at the bar, having a drink or hanging in the back lounges. Good thing it wasn't crowded, the heat would be unbearable. Kevin preferred sitting at the bar. Made for quick drinks and better small talk, although the only other person at the bar was a gorgeous blonde, cute nose, all the right trimmings. She was a rocker, she had attitude, he liked attitude. He couldn't be bothered starting up the conversation though. Not in the state he was in. His face all messed up and what not. Kevin didn't need to talk to get the girl's attention. She was already checking him out, and he knew what her body language was saying, she wanted to chat.
Alex sat at the bar, Corona in one hand cigarette in the other. The place looked different since she was last there. It had been awhile. Some guy with his face smashed in sat a few feet down from her. She was getting real curious as to what had happened to him. His face was kinda messed up, but his eyes were crystal clear.
"You know, I used to manage this place." Alex said casually. She waited for him to reply.
"Yeah? Get fired?" Kevin responded with a slightly painful smirk.
"Nah, I had stuff to deal with, I left this joint." Alex sat there watching him. She hoped he wasn't going to give her one-word answers the whole night?
"Yeah, did you deal with it?" Kevin asked curiously.
"Well I guess so, that's why I'm back in Newport." she smiled. "I'm Alex by the way." she extended her arm, her hand waited for his.
"Kevin." He reached out and gave it a firm shake.
"What happened to your face Kevin?" Alex asked trying to sound playful and un-intrusive. She ran the icy cool bottle across her cheek and onto her neck.
"I got beat by my supplier." Kevin grinned. He took a gulp of the bourbon. "You wanna 'nother drink Alex?" he pulled out his wallet.
"Sure. Ella could I grab another Corona and a bourbon ice." Alex winked at Kevin. He couldn't help but laugh a little. 'Smart ass' he thought.
