1001 urban nights: Frank
The woman raised her hand and signaled the bartender. “What do you want?” the bartender said as she walked towards them. The question brought Frank out of his daze. “My drink, I want my drink.” Both the woman and the bartender looked at him. The bartender replied “Sir she is next.” Frank faced woman and looking her in the eye, took a deep breath and said “No. I was next.” The bartender turned to Frank then to the woman. “Sir.” he bartender said but before she could get further, the woman beside Frank put one finger in front of the bartender’s face. “Wait a minute,” she said turning to Frank. “What are you drinking?” she asked him. Again, she took his momentum. He was stunned. Is she offering me a drink? He thought. “Well, I am waiting.” He could not remember what he wanted. He replied, “Captain and coke.” The woman turned to the bartender and said, “Two shots of tequila along with his order and put it on my tab.”
Frank chuckled “Your order is a bit stiff.” The woman smiled “Mine, yes.” I would expect more from you. He straightened up at her comment. He stuck his chest out. “What do you mean?” She step closer to him, placed a hand on his shoulder, and pressed her body against Frank. “You look strong but your drink is weak.” She smiled coyly. “I like you, not your drink. Come sit with me and my friends.” The woman began to walk away when Frank called to her. “Your name, What’s your name?” She turned around, “Alexandra.” She turned away and headed towards her friends.
Frank was at a lost. He looked down at his feet, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let put out baffled sigh. When he looked up, he could see Alexandra making her way through the crowd. She was half way to the other side of the club. Frank grinned, watching several men turn their heads as Alexandra walked past. She just insulted me and gave me a compliment me in the same breathe. He shook his head and started to follow. What am I doing? Frank began to think about all the nights he passed unnoticed and the few failed attempts to strike conversations with the women of the night scene. He shrugged his shoulders and thought; At least I have my drink.
With that, Frank worked his way through the crowd, anxious, even giddy as to what might happen next
Frank was at a lost. He looked down at his feet, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let put out baffled sigh. When he looked up, he could see Alexandra making her way through the crowd. She was half way to the other side of the club. Frank grinned, watching several men turn their heads as Alexandra walked past. She just insulted me and gave me a compliment me in the same breathe. He shook his head and started to follow. What am I doing? Frank began to think about all the nights he passed unnoticed and the few failed attempts to strike conversations with the women of the night scene. He shrugged his shoulders and thought; At least I have my drink.
