18+ Their eyes locked across a crowded room at the cocktail bar. He looked well-heeled and handsome, and his brazen gaze told her he knew it. But she was his equal with pert features and confidence. They raised their glasses to each other. And then found themselves crushed shoulder to shoulder at the bar.
"Hello, I haven't seen you here before," he said, deep voice booming over the noisy crowd.
She leaned closer to his face and explained, "I've been overseas. This is my first day out of quarantine since flying back."
"Well, that's worth celebrating," he said, cocking his head. "Can I buy you a cocktail?"
"That would be charming, yes please," she responded, flashing him a perfect smile.
"Um, are you here with friends?" he asked, his eyes darting briefly from her smile to her breasts.
She noted his covert glance and replied, "No, I don't know anyone in town. I flew back here for quarantine. And after fourteen days in a tiny hotel room, I needed a night out."
"What a coincidence, I'm on my own tonight, too," he said, signalling to the barman. "Let's find somewhere quiet to talk."
She nodded and followed him as he parted the crowd, carrying their drinks out onto a balcony.
"That's better," he said, handing her a cocktail. "Here's to freedom and fresh air, cheers."
"Cin-cin," she reciprocated, and they clinked glasses.
He introduced himself. A corporate lawyer, recently divorced and learning to socialise again.
"I work long hours and, before the pandemic, I was always away on business," he explained. "My wife and I drifted apart. But fortunately, we don't have kids. And you?"
"No children, either," she replied flatly and sipped her cocktail.
His smile slipped, replaced by a faint flush of embarrassment. "No, sorry," he blurted, suddenly sounding nervous. "I meant, what were you doing overseas?"
She burst out laughing. "I know what you meant," she teased. "I was a New York barista."
"Oh, that's interesting," he said and attempted to get back on the front foot. "There should be plenty of opportunities for you back here."
"I hope so," she responded. And they sipped their cocktails without talking for a few minutes, staring at the city lights.
"Look, sorry," he said, breaking the silence, "I didn't mean to pry. As I said, I'm learning to socialise again."
She clinked his cocktail glass and laughed, restoring his smile and swagger.
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They shared several more cocktails on the balcony before he invited her back to his apartment for a nightcap. "I'm sure you'll find it more spacious than your tiny hotel room," he joked.
She laughed and agreed to one nightcap. "And a coffee," she added. "But I'll make it because I'm the barista."
Later, after he'd passed out from the drugs she had slipped into his espresso, she ransacked the apartment, packing one of his suitcases with pawnable valuables. She smiled. Tonight's haul would do nicely until her next night out with a well-heeled easy target.
© 2021 Robert Fairhead
- Someone PACKING A SUITCASE.
- The phrase "ACROSS A CROWDED ROOM" (as dialogue or narrative).
- The words CHARM, CRUSH and FAINT (longer variations permitted as long as they retain the original spelling).
PACKING A SUITCASE and ACROSS A CROWDED ROOM suggested several romantic plots, most involving a broken relationship. And that was the premise of November's winning story, with the protagonist watching his partner pack her suitcase.
Then I recalled being burgled in Bondi in my early twenties. And how the thief used one of my bags to carry off my goods and chattels. And it occurred to me I could combine a "romantic" night out in a crowded cocktail bar with a twist ending for the suitcase.
It was straightforward to find places for the required words in the cocktail bar setting. However, the story's point of view (POV) shifted between the first and final drafts.
In the first draft, the POV was third person omniscient. As in the final draft, I didn't dwell on the characters internal thoughts, but I portrayed them equally in narrative and dialogue. While editing the story, I realised I needed to emphasise my female protagonist's actions and words. And so, the POV became third person limited.
Apart from the POV, the most significant change in the story between drafts was the female protagonist's occupation while overseas. Initially, I had her in "public relations", a play on words for the sting she was hatching. But later, I thought a "barista" would have more chance of slipping something into a nightcap coffee back at the apartment.
I hope you enjoyed A Night Out and the nightcap twist. Please feel free to review the short story below or click on my writer bio to contact me via Facebook, Twitter or email.
You might also like to read another of my recent Furious Fictions, Judgement.
A middle-aged dad and dog owner, Robert is a writer and editor at Tall And True and blogs on his eponymous website, RobertFairhead.com. He also writes and narrates episodes for the Tall And True Short Reads podcast, featuring his short stories, blog posts and other writing from Tall And True.
Robert's book reviews and other writing have appeared in print and online media. In 2020, he published his début collection of short stories, Both Sides of the Story, and in 2021 Twelve Furious Months, twelve short stories written for the Furious Fiction writing competition.
Outside of writing, Robert's favourite pastimes include reading, watching Aussie Rules football with his son and walking his dog.
He has also enjoyed a one-night stand as a stand-up comic.