Story on Display: Bacchus' Mistress

[noizchild]

Chapter Four: Lonely Bar:

Rebekkah and I came to Logan’s Bar. I let her go in first.

“After you,” I said. She walked into the bar quietly. I followed behind. The bar tender, Logan, looked up at us as he washed a glass.

“We’re closed!” he called. But then, he looked and saw me.

“Oh, Mickey, it’s you,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “I told you not to call me that.”

“Okay then, Michael.”

“Much better.”

Logan turned his attention next to me. Rebekkah hid behind me. Logan gave her a little smile.

“And who’s this little lady here?” he asked. Rebekkah hid further behind me. I glanced down at her.

“Oh, Becca, this is Logan. Logan, Becca.” The stripper peeked out behind me and gave a little wave.

“Hi,” she mumbled. Logan’s smile widened.

“Very rare that Michael here brings any pretty girls with him. Come, take a seat.” The girl and I quietly did so. Logan set the glass down on the counter.

“So, what can I get you, old pal?”

“The usual for me and a ginger ale for her.”

Logan’s face looked rather grim. I noticed his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sell alcohol to minors.”

“I’ m not asking you to give her beer. Just the ginger ale.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll lose my license if I sell anything to minors here.”

“But you’re not open anymore tonight, remember?”

Logan got quiet for a moment. He slowly nodded once he understood what was going on. “Oh…” he said, quietly. I nodded at him.

“Yes,” I said. “So how about those drinks?”

“Coming up.” Then, my old friend got right to work. I turned to my angel. Her eyes were big with shock. I only shrugged at her.

“What can I say?” I asked. “I get things done quickly.” Rebekkah only nodded at me.

“I can see that…” she mumbled. She turned back to the front as Logan came back with our drinks.

“Here you are,” he said. The lady and I kindly took our drinks.

“Thanks, my good man,” I said. I reached into my cloak and pulled out fifty dollars. “For me and her,” I said. Rebekkah looked up at me in surprise.

“You don’t have to do all of that…” she started to say.

“But I must,” I said. “It’s okay, trust me.” The stripper slowly went quiet. She took a sip of her ginger ale.

“That’s a good girl,” I whispered. She just took another sip. I took a sip of the sweet mother’s milk known as alcohol. We spent all night drinking and talking. Around midnight, Logan walked from around the bar to the jukebox in the back corner. He put in some money, picked a song, and pressed play. Moby’s “At Least We Tried” flowed through the air. I ignored it like I normally did. But then, I felt a nudge on my arm. I looked over and saw Rebekkah staring back at me. She began to inch up towards me.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Care to dance?” she asked. I shook my head.

“Nah,” I said. “I don’t dance.”

“Oh come on! I can lead you. I’m a good dancer without the pole.” She kept looking at me with those soft, hazel eyes of hers. I tell ya, even Satan would be softened by such eyes as hers. I set down my vodka.

“Fine, fine,” I brushed off. Rebekkah only smiled as she dragged me to the center of the bar. Like she said, the angelic stripper led the way while I followed. This will sound corny to say, but I had actually fallen in love with that angel as we danced into what felt like three in the morning. Rebekkah may have shown me the taste of honey, but I still had other angels to supply me with the very same taste.

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