The Bar

                        “You need a drink.”

                        “Really, I’m fine,” I replied.

                        “Seriously Skye, you are having one of those nights again. Just go with Kurt and I to that bar a couple blocks away. It’ll be fun, I promise,” she pleaded.

                        “Look I really don’t feel like drinking tonight. I have s**t to do tomorrow and I don’t want to have to do it while I’m hung over.”

                        “At least come. You don’t have to drink okay? I just don’t want to leave you here all by yourself on a night like this,” she said and she grabbed her phone off the coffee table, probably to text Kurt.

            It is always like this. Whenever I get even a little upset about it she suggests I should get a drink to forget about it. It is like she hasn't listened to anything I have had to say this whole time. I have told her so many times that I don’t want to end up like him, dealing with his problems by drinking them away. That’s why I only drink when I am happy. I feel like I won’t become addicted that way. But who am I to talk about addictions.

                        “Fine,” I sighed, “I’ll go.”

                        She smiled. “Thank you thank you thank you. Kurt is going to be here any second so hurry up and grab your stuff.”

            She wasn’t kidding. Before I could put my jacket on someone knocked at the door. As Dakota opened the door I could see Kurt standing in the doorway. He walked in and grabbed Dakota and kissed her as if they were sharing their wedding kiss. They had always been overly affectionate towards each other and were never afraid to publicize it. I could smell the alcohol linger across the room. It smelled as if Kurt had already been to the bar, and a couple times at that.

                        “You girls ready,” Kurt smirked as he held Dakota.

                        “Yep, let’s go,” Dakota replied.

                        “I think I should drive,” I said as they kissed again.

            Kurt slipped his car keys in his pocket so I took that as okay. I grabbed my purse and car keys and walked out of our apartment. Kurt and Dakota followed. I got in my car and started it as Dakota and Kurt slid into the back seat.

            This is basically how every outing with them goes. They go out and have fun while I act as their chauffeur. I guess it is my choice though. I don’t have many other friends and Dakota has been my best friend since middle school so I suppose I feel obligated to take care of her. Driving them around isn’t all that bad. I usually get time to do some catch up work for my classes or look up new music while they mess around. Though, sometimes I wish I’d just let loose and have fun with them.

            I pulled into the parking lot of the bar. Kurt got out of the car and shut the door.

                        “Try to have some fun tonight, alright,” Dakota smiled. “You deserve it.”

            She got out and ran over to Kurt, who was waiting by the entrance for her. I locked my car and walked over to the entrance. It smelled like stale cigarettes, booze, and middle aged bikers. There was a couch in the corner that I always sat on while Kurt and Dakota drank. I made my way over to the couch and sat down. I pulled my phone out and started checking my social networking sites. As I was sitting there on my phone I heard a familiar voice. I saw Kurt and Dakota talking to Jared. I did not want to talk to Jared, especially on a night like tonight. Luckily, the restrooms where right by the couch I was sitting at so I quickly grabbed my phone and made my way to the bathroom.

            I put my phone in my pocket and just stood by the door.  An older lady came out of a stall and starred at me for a while as she washed her hands then left. I waited for what seemed like forever, then I decided it was time to go back out. Upon arriving to the couch, I realized that Kurt and Dakota were no longer in the bar. I went outside hoping to find them, but to my disadvantage only found a couple men smoking a cigarette. I entered the bar again and asked the bartender if he had seen them.

                        “Yeah they left about ten minutes ago with some guy. They seemed drunk off their asses.”

            Great. Now I have to worry about them too. I made my way back to the couch. Maybe if I wait here for a while they’ll come back.

            Well it’s been two hours. I don’t think they’re coming back. I got up and was about to leave when some guy ran into me and almost spilled his beer on me.

Author's Note

This is one of my first pieces of writing so please tell me what you think!

Reviews

[Guanarito]

This was very good. The flow felt very natural and well put, the transition points felt very clean and you had good sensory description. My only two real points would be to put more into developing characters and scenic description. The characters were all likable, and maybe you intended this, but I just felt like there was so much more I could have been told. But for this being one of your first pieces it is really rather well put together. Just stick to developing characters and take the story wherever you will it. I am by no means a stellar story writer, but I figured I should put in my thoughts. Anyways, another thing I noticed was you had what appeared to me to be some good humorous qualities to the character Skye. It might just be me, but I found his cynicism and contempt for the situation to be endearing. That was my example of character development. For you to be making characters that likable this early on shows you have budding talent. If you invest more into that skill and aspect now you will see it become a potent tool for your writing. The ending was nice and crisp, a cliffhanger ready to dive right into the next batch of mischief, and you even foreshadowed some with Skye and his relationship to Kurt, bringing up the addiction and how it might play a future role in the plot. Anyways, I love this story already. And I love your writing. It is a true gift to be good from the start. If you ever need an opinion on your stories I love reading. Anyways, thank you for this great piece of work and may you continuously grow your skills.