Thursday 1/31/08
Who: Elle and Jonah When: Getting Blitzed Where: Some Bar When: Thursday Evening Rating: TBD
Elle wasn't much of a drinker. She was more of a stay at home in her pajamas with a pint of ice cream and watch sad movies like a pathetic fat girl kind of person. Tonight, though, neither Ben, Jerry nor her Swedish friend Haagen Dazs seemed appropriate company. Friday was her day off so she could afford to get completely hammered and sleep until Saturday evening when her next shift was. And that was the plan. After slipping into a dark pair of jeans and a pretty pink top, Elle climbed into her shitty Camry and went to the nicest (but not too nice) bar she could find.
She'd been at the bar for a good hour already, sipping her amaretto sour as fast as she could. It tasted very sweet, which helped make it easier to drink, but the alcohol was still the most prominent flavor. Still, she had forced her way through four of them by now, and was feeling the effects. Unfortunately, as alcohol was a downer and since no one had even looked in her direction yet let alone approached her, Elle was starting to feel more and more terrible as the night progressed. This was almost as pathetic as staying home alone.
Maybe she was doing it wrong. Polishing off the rest of her girly drink, Elle pushed the glass toward the bartender. "Another?" he asked her, his voice smooth like cafe ole. He was tall and black and bald and just hearing him talk could make a woman weak in the knees.
"Nope," Elle told him, shaking her head. "Gimme something stronger. Gin and tonic, maybe? Something strong and with bubbles." Her words were slurring a bit as she spoke, well on her way to drunkenness.