Part 1 - A
Feeling superfluous, I dipped away from the crowd and found a secluded spot serving cold beer. Angie wouldn’t very well appreciate the action, but the crowd pressed tight and my mind bulged with uncertainty. The music was beginning to irritate me, anyways.
The barman was a tall, imposing woman who stood behind the shining counter with her large hands pressed down, a sharp teeth smile accenting a heart-face. The place was mostly empty. A corpulent man sat on a black plush chair, pressing the leather seat downwards with his weight, drops of sweat glistening in many rivulets, the salt cascading down to pool in front of his hands. Golden liquid glistened coldly in a pristine glass near his sweat pool.
“One beer, please,” I said.
“Aren’t you a little young?”
“My face only seems that way in this light.”
“The light usually makes people look older.”
“Can I have a beer or not?”
She placed a cold glass of beer in front of me. I drank it readily, satisfied. Loud music thumped against the dark walls of the establishment. Outside through the dim glass I could see drunken fools wavering and slipping and falling. Their awkward motions seemed to be in tune to the thumps.
