“Whiskey, please?”
A tired voice suddenly spoke next to Scarlett. She was seated on a stool at the bar where she would love to drown her sorrowful self. She was not even in a dress. She wasn’t here to get laid. She was there to get drunk and chose to have a headache the next day rather than heartache.
“Had a long day, too?” She casually smiled. She was not even looking at the person next to her. She really hoped she had the luxury of having friends and dragging them here when she missed them.
“The longest day I have ever had, I guess.” The guy chuckled as he received his glass of whiskey. Also not looking at the lady next to him.
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