11-20-2025, 11:55 PM
He finished his song and moved to have his drink. Tatyana took another drink of hers. She shook her head when Hayden mentioned requests. She wasn’t going to ask. Not now - probably not ever. Topics were shifting. They were asking about her a little more directly, trying to find things out. She didn’t know why and wasn’t sure she wanted to talk about herself. It got a little too close to trying to forget.
She finished her drink as Hayden sat next to her. She laid her head on the bar. She wasn’t feeling sick or tired, but the room sometimes would spin and it made her feel a little dizzy. Hayden was telling her what a friend of his did and what he did when things were on his mind. She didn’t want to talk about what was on hers.
”Not really. I’m not really interesting,” she said, the side of her head resting on the bar. Maybe if she could convince them she wasn’t, they wouldn’t ask more. She felt strange though - not from the alcohol. Something that made her say more. ”Used to dance. Don’t do that anymore. Do some martial arts.” the dancing had really only been to work on balance, but she had been good and had enjoyed it somewhat. But there was a question she had for them. ”Why do you care?” she said. There was no venom in her words. Just a simple question. Most would have passed her by on the street. Any respectable bartender would have thrown her to the corner.
She finished her drink as Hayden sat next to her. She laid her head on the bar. She wasn’t feeling sick or tired, but the room sometimes would spin and it made her feel a little dizzy. Hayden was telling her what a friend of his did and what he did when things were on his mind. She didn’t want to talk about what was on hers.
”Not really. I’m not really interesting,” she said, the side of her head resting on the bar. Maybe if she could convince them she wasn’t, they wouldn’t ask more. She felt strange though - not from the alcohol. Something that made her say more. ”Used to dance. Don’t do that anymore. Do some martial arts.” the dancing had really only been to work on balance, but she had been good and had enjoyed it somewhat. But there was a question she had for them. ”Why do you care?” she said. There was no venom in her words. Just a simple question. Most would have passed her by on the street. Any respectable bartender would have thrown her to the corner.