“Where the fuck are you, Ford?” Elena’s brows creased as she grumbled over the phone.
came the reply from the other side, thinner and metallic due to the speaker.
“I told you to take off early. I repeatedly reminded you to do that. But Nooooo…..Allison doesn’t like to worry too much. Allison has so much trust in the good people of the city to let her pass through…. DURING rush hour!" Elena face-palmed and shook her head…. disappointed with her friend.
“And they DO let me pass through. So suck it, Walker!.....”Allison retorted, vindicated that her trust would be repaid as the vehicles started to move again….
Only to come to a halt a couple of feet from her previous stop.
“I seem to have spoken too soon…..hehe….Touche….?” The raven-haired woman let out an awkward, nervous chuckle, which saw Elena shake her head with eyes closed and lips pursed. This woman will never learn….
“Alright, it looks like I won’t be able to make it there anytime soon. You go ahead, stake the bar, see if it's any good. And hopefully I’ll be there by the time you’re done. Sound good…?”
“I am thinking that you did this on purpose to avoid trying out the bar…..”
“……No….?”
“If I find myself like a corpse and throw up tomorrow, and you so much as breathe funny looking my way…boy oh boy will I enjoy beating living shit out of you.” The warning came out super serious, and Elena’s growl made the threat look even more menacing.
“Why do you have to be so negative about such a fun drinking experience? Maybe you will enjoy it a lot. Don’t think about ending up drunk in a ditch or a dumpster….or the middle of the road, or the sidewalk….or a ship about to cruise away…..or in jail…” Allison listed out a lot more possibilities while grinning from ear to ear, still stuck in traffic in her car, though now a lot more bearable courtesy of this conversation.
“…..None of those came to my mind, and I wasn’t even thinking that far. But thank you for your concern. And, get your ass here pronto….” Sarcasm dripped from Elena’s reply to her best friend. She put the phone away and finally brought herself to face the bar.
“The Drinking Dutchman….Huh, wonder what’s the lore behind that name….” Elena’s ocean blue eyes reflected off the neon letters of the name, the brightness standing out in the pitch-black night.
Squinting and rapidly blinking her eyes to normalcy after having stared at those letters, Elena strolled into, curious to see the make-up of this establishment, which wasn’t too fancy, and leaned towards a more rinky-dink energy.
The blonde was distracted, taking in her rather rowdy surroundings, the smell of cheap cologne and cigarettes, stains of liquor on the floor and the tables, when she bumped into a wall of muscle.
“Aoou…I’m Sorry. My Bad….”Elena would quickly turn around to apologise to the person against whom she collided….
