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So, like I promised here is the new story :-) I originally intended this to be a short story but the few people who have read it said I should really make it into a long story. I'm considering it so let me know what you think.
Hanfic: Yes
Main Hanson: Isaac
Word Count: 1,145
Been There Before
I walked into the dimly lit bar and threw myself onto the stool next to some stranger. I quickly ordered a screwdriver from the bartender. I needed to stop thinking as soon as possible. I glanced at the person sitting on the stool next to me out of the corner of my eye. He quietly downed his shot and then ordered another. I continued to look at him; there was just something that sparked my intrigue. I couldn’t figure it out until he downed his second shot and ordered a third. I had finished about half of my screwdriver when his third shot arrived.
“What’s that, three in three minutes?” I asked. He looked over at me, noticing me for the first time. His eyes were bloodshot, making it evident that he had been crying, and he looked completely broken. “Cheers?” I offered. He chuckled lightly.
“I guess you could say that,” he said before raising his shot glass in my direction. He swallowed his shot, “I’m Isaac.”
“Amy,” I said offering a small smile before finishing my drink. “Next round on me,” I suggested.
“Sure,” Isaac replied.
“What do you like?”
“Whatever gets me drunk at this point.”
“Southern Comfort it is,” I said signaling to the bartender. In a few seconds we both had a double shot of Southern Comfort sitting in front of us. We both swallowed our drinks and sat there in silence while the alcohol began to take over. I ordered another screwdriver enjoying the feeling of my cheeks beginning to flush from the alcohol in my system. We sat there drinking in silence until we both finished our mixed drinks. “Would you want to get a table?” I ventured. He eyed me warily before replying,
“Sure.” We ordered two drinks, a beer for him and a long island ice tea for me, and found a table in the far corner of the bar. We sat in silence for a couple minutes casually sipping our drinks.
“So,” I said trying to start a conversation.
“So,” he replied. I racked my brain trying to think of questions that wouldn’t be considered prying.
“What brings you to the,” I quickly glanced around the room looking for the name of the bar, “Rack?”
“It was the closest bar and it beats the alternative.” He said taking another swig from his bottle of beer.
“And what exactly is the alternative?” I asked noticing some hurt in tone. He didn’t answer right away and I took this as a sign that I had pushed too far. “If you don’t want to answer I totally understand. I mean I wouldn’t want to go bearing my soul to a complete stranger that I met in a bar.”
“No, it’s okay. The alternative would be going home to my empty apartment and drinking my self into a stupor on my couch. Drinking here is turning out to be a much better night.” Isaac said offering me a genuine smile for the first time that night.
“Well at least you’re smiling now.” I said before taking another drink of my long island ice tea. “What would make you want to get that drunk on your couch?”
“Relationship problems,” he answered very curtly.
“Sorry, girls suck.” I said before taking another sip of my drink.
“Me too,” he said raising his glass to his lips.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No, not really” He replied. “What brings you here?”
“It’s close to my work and I just finished my shift. And not thinking for a while seemed really appealing”
“I know this isn’t going to help with the not thinking thing but do you want to talk about it?”
“No, not really, the only thing I have to say about it is that boys are dumb jerks. No offence.”
“It’s okay, none taken.” Isaac said while I finished my drink. Silence overtook the table once again. I couldn’t handle the silence for much longer than a couple of minutes before I surrendered to the need to fill the silence.
“What do you do?” I asked.
“I play guitar in a local band,” he stopped talking long enough to finish his beer and signal for another one, “and I own a music store down town.”
“Band?” I repeated trying to figure out if I had ever seen him play before.
“Yea, I doubt you have ever heard of us we’re still relatively new to playing shows around here.”
“Well, you might be surprised. Where have you played?”
“We play Jack’s every Thursday night and we’ve played at Hurleys a couple of times. That’s pretty much it though.”
“I’ve been to Jack’s once or twice on a Thursday. What’s the name of the band?”
“Chasing Grace”
“Really? I was there when you guys played last Thursday.”
“Well, what did you think?”
“You guys were really good; I liked the songs a lot.”
“Thanks. Where do you work?”
“I’m the manager at the Borders a few blocks up.”
“Nice.” Isaac said before opening his new beer.
“Yeah, I enjoy it. Is that your last one for the night?” I asked pointing at his beer. Even with complete strangers and when I was drunk I was still the “mom.” Isaac laughed,
“Yes, mom”
“Good and I can’t believe you’ve figured out my nickname already.”
“I’m a good guesser.”
“That’s always good to know.”
“Yea, I’m going to go call a cab for myself do you want me to get you one too?”
“That would be fantastic.” Isaac said finishing off his beer. When I stood up I found myself to be more than a little wobbly. I used the empty chairs to guide myself to the bar and asked the bar tender to call two cabs. After Isaac and I paid for all of our drinks we headed outside to wait for our cabs. “It was nice having company tonight.”
“Yeah, it was. We should definitely do this again some time”
“Could I get your number so I can call you sometime next week to make plans?”
“Sure, its 389-3290, but how about we make plans now?”
“Okay, what do you have in mind?”
“Well, are you playing next Thursday?”
“Yea we are.”
“Then how about I go watch you guys play and we can get drinks afterwards.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Isaac said as the first cab pulled up. He opened the door for me and instructed me to climb in since he didn’t want me waiting by myself. After I was in the cab, he leaned in and gave me a hug. He shut the door and stepped back from the curb. I quickly rolled the window down,
“Goodnight Isaac.”
“Goodnight Amy.” He replied as I waved when the cab pulled away from the curb.