Chapter 2 - Jack Daniels vs Lemon Lime & Bitter

Jack stopped by at Johnny G's bar for a quick drink before succumbing to reality. Tomorrow was his mother's funeral. If he went, it really means that she was gone, tomorrow was going to be his goodbye to her.

"Hey Johnny," He greeted. "Can I have a glass of whisky?"

"Hey Jack, how you doin'?" Johnny greeted back. "I'm sorry to hear about what happene-"

"Chill," Jack interrupted as all he wanted was a drink, not talk about his mother. "Not now."

"Yeah" Johnny agreed as he sent out the prepared drink in front of Jack.

He sat there, nodded back as his response, staring at the glass of whisky in front of him before skulling it whole and asking for another.

"Damn it." A female's voice exclaimed not too far from the bar, as she tried to quiet her conversation. Jack ignored it but he could hear the pitter patter of the girl's feet pacing back and forth behind him. 'Just ignore it' thought Jack's brain.

"Are you insane? No, NO! I will give you lip anytime I wish - No, not that sort. You're playing with fire here. I can't cover for you -You don't remember? Really. Okay." She hung up her cell and approached the bar sitting two seats away from Jack, her face red from anger but her mood quickly changed as she called for Johnny. "Hi Johnny!" Jack heard the girl saying enthusiastically.

"How you doin De-" Johnny greeted but got cut out.

"Please, it's after hours. Call me Terry" The girl named Terry instructed.

"Ok, Terry, what would you like this time?"Johnny asked but he already knew what she wanted.

"Lemon, lime and bitters!" They both exclaimed in unison, a laughter broke out between them. "You know, you're the only reason why I have these reserved."

"Great service I might add!" Terry said, smiling sweetly.

Jack couldn't help but glance at her direction a few times. She was average to him, but something about her seemed exotic. Her long silky black hair flowed from her shoulders to down her back. He guessed that she was probably Eurasian, he noticed her eyes were but hazel, her skin white as snow and her voice, was sweet. He shook his head, ridding of the thoughts that were floating in his mind. What was he thinking? He had a girlfriend, but that wouldn't stop him...

Terry scanned the bar unsuspectingly looking for an appropriate time to ask Johnny about the liquor store holdup but there was somebody else at the bar. She didn't want to risk her conversations been overheard by strangers. Can't trust anybody in this town. The guy was not too far from her, she took noticed quickly due to the fact he was dressed up in a punk rocker style. At the time she glanced over his way, they both caught each other's eye. 'Oh busted.' Jack thought, embarrassed inside. Terry saw him looked at her and she smiled at him an opportunity to suss him out but she wasn't that kind of person though. She was a sweet person, if you met her in a few seconds you would know straight away.

"Hi," Terry said. "Having a goodnight?

"No" Jack bluntly said, the thoughts were in the back of his mind.

"Nothing better than to drink your worries away" She joked.

"Lemon, lime and bitters huh?" Jack mocked back.

"Yes, Mr Jack Daniels" she stated. "It tastes better than what you're drinking."

"Imma Jack" he began introducing himself, slurry.

"Ass or Daniels??" She interrupted.

He forced a laugh. "Ha, ha"

"Terry."She introduced back. "You're not local are you?"

Jack skulled his third drink before looking at her and the thought of the word local. This was the place where life for him really started, he was only gone for a few months which turned into years. So local or not local?

"What makes you ask that?" He questioned, curious of her observations of him.

She gave him the look that was 'Are you serious? It's obvious' "Well one," She began her rant. "It's freezing out there, snowing in fact. Two, noone in Detroit who I've ever seen dress like a third class rockstar-"

"Third class?" Jack's eyebrows raised, himself grinning. "How do you know I'm not first class?"

"-three, you're the first person I've ever seen with hair as high as yours... I like it and to answer the last question, you wouldn't be in this dump if you were first class-"

"HEY!" Johnny whined, obviously he was listening in to their conversation which annoyed her in a way. See, you can't trust anybody in this town.

"Sorry! I was joking" She apologized and continued. "Actually, now that I think about it, doesn't matter what class, same people surrounded by same shit. Booze and drunk people."

"You know you're blabbing" He stated, he found her amusing. "Are you sure there's no special alcohol in there?" He pointed to her beverage.

Terry moved from her seat to the one next to Jack's before giving the room a scan from left to right and whispered not too quietly. "Don't tell anyone," Terry began like she was telling him her biggest secret. Jack was anticipating on that she was going to say next. "But I get high on sugar" She gave him a serious yet joking expression, trying hard not to laugh. He in return gave a dumbfounded look.

"What girl comes to the bar and not drink alcohol? Or something that has a little amount?" Jack questioned suspiciously. "Instead Johnny reserves lemon, lime and bitters for you."

"I come to the bar..." She started. "Hoping one lovely night I would bag me self a rock star."

Jack's eyes playfully widened. "What a coincidence."

"It sure is." Terry said. "Johnny, get me and my rock star friend here three vodka shotties each please! Put it on Chris' tab yeah?"

"Six vodkas coming through!" Johnny yelled as he quickly poured the liquid into the glasses and hurried it their way.

Jack had one of his eyebrows raised up. "What's this?" he asked in a joking matter. "Ms Lemon Lime Bitters converted to Vodka-ism?"

"Funny" She stated dullish. "I was in a very angry state before and you saved whoever I was gonna- thankyou."

"Glad to be of service" Jack added in. 'Is she flirting with me?' He thought to himself.

'Am I flirting with him?'

'Yeah you are.'

'What!? I am not.'

'You are too.'

'Wait. Who are you?'

'Your sex drive. Testosterone'

'Testosterone? I don't have testosterone!'

'You like foreplay don't you?'

'Ha! Foreplay?'

'Quote: "Bag me self a rock star"'

"Shutup!"

Jack snapped his fingers in front of her, she had zoned out for a couple of minutes. "I don't think I should let you drink." He informed her.

"Yeah right I'm fine I was just fighting with my testoster- Cheers" She lifted her glass up in the air to meet with his, they both intercepted it and skulled it down.

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"I'm really drunk" Jack confessed after hours of sitting in the bar accompanied by Terry, just drinking one after another.

"If you're bad, I'm worse" Terry mumbled, she was drunk too but was it obvious?

They chatted and drank for hours till closing time. She offered to drive him home since he had been a nice fella and accompanied her in the bar for ages.

"Where to rock star?" She asked as she was fondling for her keys in her bag, laughing at the word rock star.

She dropped her keys on the ground, an annoyance sigh was produced from her mouth before bending down to pick it up and so did Jack which resulted themselves knocking each other's heads, breaking up into a fit of laughter caused by the drunken pain they encountered.

Both of them were squatting, just looking at each other for a silent moment before going in for a kiss. They stood up in unison with their lips still locked. Jack pushed her against the car, his lips trailing down from her lips, to her neck and trailing down.

Her mind and heart was racing, due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed but this was just going to be a one night stand, right? Without over thinking it, she placed her hands on his belt unbuckling it in a drunken orderly matter. He too placed his hands, unbuttoning her blouse and down to her jeans.

He lifted her up and placed her on top of the car hood, her legs entwined his waist and without any further thought he plunged himself deep inside her.

Both of them were heavily drunk but in a way knew and complied to what was happening.