04-18-2014, 07:13 PM
Claire's look must have given her away, but the bartender wasn't interested in sympathy. She pointed out the first tap, the handle of which was decorated in the shape of a Gothic looking cross and was as such the slightly most interesting of the choices, and Claire hoped for the best.
An Asian guy joined the bar a couple seats down. Her reasons for watching him were mostly self-interested. She wanted to see what he would order, but in her experience, Asians just weren't beer drinkers. This one did seem to know what he was about, though.
The lesser part of why she watched was because of his hair. It was fantastically dark, and although it stuck to a slightly damp forehead, swung smooth as silk. Claire settled in her seat, and forgetting herself, grinned at him.
The bartender shoved her drink in front of her. To which Claire crooked an elbow across the back of her seat and glared at him. The drink tasted awful, but she wasn't here to savor the hops. "Thanks,"
she said, Brooklyn accent clearly mocking. Then muttered, "asshole."
An Asian guy joined the bar a couple seats down. Her reasons for watching him were mostly self-interested. She wanted to see what he would order, but in her experience, Asians just weren't beer drinkers. This one did seem to know what he was about, though.
The lesser part of why she watched was because of his hair. It was fantastically dark, and although it stuck to a slightly damp forehead, swung smooth as silk. Claire settled in her seat, and forgetting herself, grinned at him.
The bartender shoved her drink in front of her. To which Claire crooked an elbow across the back of her seat and glared at him. The drink tasted awful, but she wasn't here to savor the hops. "Thanks,"
she said, Brooklyn accent clearly mocking. Then muttered, "asshole."