I need a drink. Now.After tossingfine, throwingmy purse and keys on the couch, I march straight into the kitchen. No more delays; it's time to forget tonight. Its been yet another night like all the other first dates that never meet a second one. When you begin to lose count, that's when it's really time for a drink.Adrian stands there, leaning against the counter in an unbuttoned dress shirt and dark wash jeans. He glances at me as I walk in. How was your date? he asks, taking a swig of his scotch.I brush past him on my mission, opening the cupboard and moving a couple bottles around. I reiterate, I need alcohol.Out of the corner of my eye, I catch him hiding a smile before he says, That bad?My face twitches as I ignore his line of questioning. It is more like a statement he wants me to clarify, even though he already knows the answer. Instead, I ask, I have vodka left, don't I? I stand on my tiptoes in hopes of spotting something in the very back. Nothing.He waltzes over and looks with me, his chin almost touching my shoulder. I think you polished that one off after last week's date. His voice is low right next to my ear, very nearly causing a shiver.
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About Lilly Avalon, Here All Along: A Short Story
Lilly Avalon, Here All Along: A Short Story.
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- Humor — Witty observations and humorous takes on everyday life