Jake just broke up, Dirk is a charmer
There were thin lines everywhere, edges you precariously dangle on. Most, not all of course follow a universal pattern love and despair, love and hate, love and infatuation, insanity and love, love and…do you see the pattern? Love is by far one of the strangest things people have concocted in their years of living the pain and suffering that comes with it is almost not worth it…almost.
He leaned back and took a large gulp of alcohol, the burning liquid swept through his throat leaving a trail of tingling nerves. He never was much of a drinker he didn't care for alcohol too much most were too strong however he couldn't deny a smooth wine now and then it was the biting beers and cocktails that he didn't care for he would on occasion drink it though.
The stinging sensation of whiskey could at least dull the pain of his thoughts and breaking heart; the shattered pieces stabbing into his ribs, digging into the bones. He took a sip, it wasn't a perfect cure but it worked somewhat.
He slammed his eyes shut as the snapping taste ran through his body the tangy sensation making him pucker his cheeks a bit he let out a gasping, steamy breath taking a big gulp to dull his burning lungs.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" The voice seemed louder than it probably actually was, a couple of deep sounding chuckles followed the statement and he heard the sound of someone sitting down next to him, "didn't know anyone else came here…" The man did a gesture around him, but he already knew was talking about the small gazebo.
It sat nestled in a small sloping peak along dead grass it curved down and into a lake a small decrepit pier was at the end, a couple of small boats sat there fishing gear lined up the sides. "Quite a few people, you'd be surprised-and I'll have you know I'm 24." He nudged the bottle slightly into the man's direction. "Want some?"
A couple more chuckles as he waved it off and brushed his pants off, "I'm just fine, I had a hangover just Yesterday and I might be a bit of a drinker but even I don't want to experience the splitting migraines again so soon." He sat back and leaned into the slightly damp wooden boards. "Suit yourself…"
There was a moment of silence before the man spoke up again, "you look like a car ran you over, so what happened, why are you chugging Jack Daniels down like a thirsty man getting water after spending ten years in the desert?" The man rolled his arms and dug his elbows into his knees curving his back down, he could see the muscles he had flexing under the pale skin.
"Not that it's much of your business but my girlfriend broke up with me if you must know five years…3 of those she was with another man."
"Shame I can't see why someone would leave you for someone else you seem like the nice type, looks are just another good come-with." He raised an eyebrow at the man as he looked over to him. "Are you flirting with me?"
"So what if I am?
"I don't mind the flattery but I'm not really into guys…"
"Neither am I but I can see good looks on anyone and I'll be damned if I didn't at least try, nothing ventured nothing gained." He retired the bourbon onto the bench next to him, his hands slightly shivering in the cold he tried to prevent the bottle from falling over. "That's true I guess..."
A pregnant pause of silence cut through and he could see his glasses fogging up in the cold his hot breath wafting up to the glass and condensing to drops which would build up and fall onto his nose he picked up his glasses and wiped them on his coat jacket before pushing them back onto his nose. "What about me is so interesting might I inquire?" More deep throated chuckles filled the air. "Well I would say your dorky accent now, you're not even British are you? But really…" He felt his previously cleaned glasses get snatched off his face. "It's those pretty green eyes of yours."
He could feel his face flush red, not because of the cold and the warm pit in his stomach filled with little butterflies was not the ingested alcohol.
"Well I-um-I-just-well it's just that…I…" he snatched his glasses back and pushed them on his face his fingers fumbling to push them up his nose and pull his scarf over his face.
"Well it's just that I'm so smitten I should rendezvous with this stranger and quite possibly marry him it'll be a great story for the kids-." He shut up the man with his embarrassed and slightly angry look. "I just met you and you're going on about marriage? Kids none the less, really you should slow done there mate." He let himself let out a chuckle of his own.
"It's nice out you know…but not as nice as you" He kept laughing and let himself crack a bit of a smile he continued with their little banter. "How charming~" The man sat up and he shivered a bit, wondering just how the man could survive without a jacket. "Momma popped me out this way, it's a family trait."
"So might I ask just who this chick dumped you for?" He looked over to the man questioningly; a bitter taste welled up in his mouth and gritted his teeth a bit before answering. "Some rich guy down South, she only even met him in person I don't know…seven times, face timing online was most of the relationship still slept with him about five times…"
"Well she just wasn't the right one for you, I say she didn't deserve if she was blind to your great personality." He got up and walked over to the rail of the gazebo staring into the pale blue sky, grey clouds streaked across it. "Down south though, I guess if I had a chance I would totally move to Florida instead of this could hell hole we call Washington I mean it's the middle of summer and it's what? Forty-five degrees, I used to live in Texas I'm SO not built for this weather."
"Tell me about it I used to live on a tropical island this is utter hell for me- wait if your cold than might I imply to why exactly your only attire is a wife beater?" The man rolled his eyes and hopped up to join him, looking out to the sky. "Because it's awesome that's why."
When the man looked over to him, his bright hazel, no…orange eyes trailed over him a moment and the man licked his chapped lips. "You want to ditch the bourbon, grab some coffee on this fine morning?"
"He has the audacity to ask me on a date!" The man looked slightly hurt at this and looked away slightly forlorn, he bit out his next sentence. "Oh, well if you don't care then I guess I'll be on my way." The words were harsh and sounded out with sharp syllables. "I was kidding mate, I would love something hot right about now but if I could know your name perhaps?"
"It's…Dirk."
"Nice to meet you Dirk, I'm Jake."
Does the girlfriend have a name? Well let's just call her... Aname