She didn’t turn up the corners of her lips and clench the muscles in her throat at the first sip of her drink. He never understood why Lila did that. The drinks she ordered were never any stronger than apple juice a couple days passed the expiration date- Midori and Amaretto Sours, Blue Hawaiians. The strongest thing she’d ever ordered was Chardonnay.
He laughed thinking back to how she’d pretend to be tipsy after having one glass.
“What’s so funny?” the girl who wasn’t Lila asked. She sat in the stool next to him with her legs crossed - her tight mini riding up her thighs and hiked higher than he thought humanly possible. He peeked at her neon blue panties, which were now visible to anyone who cared to look.
Lila always left something to the imagination. Sean was the only man lucky enough to not have to rely on his imagination to see Lila’s complete beauty. Even in his most lucid dreams, nothing compared to the beautiful reality of Lila.
“Hello!” The girl said snapping her fingers in front of Sean’s face. “Anybody home?” she asked.
“What up?” Sean rubbed his eyes, attempting to wipe away his daydreams of Lila.
“I asked you a question. What’s so funny?”
“I like the way you…laugh,” he said, hoping it didn’t sound like as much of a lie out loud as it did in his head.
“Oh word?” she asked.
He’d wished he was a better liar. Truthfully, he hated her laugh. But he loved Lila’s. Lila’s laugh was invitingly infectious. Too bad he hadn’t heard it in over a year.
“Well, maybe you might like the way I do other things too.” The woman who wasn’t Lila reached into her drink, pulled out the cherry and sucked every last drop of green apple martini off of it.
This was getting old. Sean downed the last half of his Corona, hoping to strengthen his buzz- hoping to make it all new again.
He raised his index finger and yelled, “Check please,” to the bartender. He didn’t want to pay for her drink but figured it was the price he’d have to pay to get her in bed.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here,” he said to the girl, without looking at her.
He used both hands to lift his injured leg off the stool. He limped toward the door and watched her in its reflection. She got up and lost her balance. Lurking like vultures, a group of guys studied their prey, ready to devour her should she fall.
Sean heard her laugh. Ugh- that hideous laugh. He rolled his eyes and hoped she didn’t laugh like that during sex.
Exiting the bar, he glanced over his shoulder. Like a boat on choppy waters, she swayed side to side, floating behind him.
*Jessica L. Harris is the legal copyright holder of this material.