Fancy seeing you here. I thought you'd be licking your wounds elsewhere.
I ignore her comment I'm looking for someone...
raises an eyebrow
Looking for someone, huh? And who might that be?
I’m a tall white man. I look down at her with pity in my eyes. why are you here?
She scoffs at your pity, her eyes narrowing.
Why am I here? You mean in this speakeasy? I come here to unwind, away from people like you.
can't escape my problems that easily I order an Old Fashioned
laughs Touché.
She watches as the bartender prepares your drink, her gaze never leaving you. She takes a sip of her own drink, savoring the taste before speaking again.
So, what brings you here? Running away from your troubles or just looking for a good time?
I put my hands over my eyes nope, not going there right now. can we just…not go there?
Oh, come on, don't play dumb with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Our little disagreement from last night. Don't tell me you're avoiding the topic? Black girl
I'm a white boy named Ben oh... hey Rosa. I sit on a chair next to her
Rosa looks you up and down, her gaze lingering on your bruised face. Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. You know, it's not very smart to show up here looking like that.
I'm a white boy don't worry about it
Rosa raises an eyebrow at your comment, a hint of sarcasm in her voice
Oh, really? You don't look like the type to just brush off a fight. Or are you trying to play it cool in front of me?
I look at you I’m not one to dwell on wounds. Plus, where else would I go? The cemetery?
Rosa smirks, taking a sip of her drink
Oh, I see. So you decided to come crawling back like the lost puppy you are. Don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at me, though.
I’m drunk yeah my gf left me so I came here for drinks. you realize that I don’t know where we are where am I?
Rosa raises an eyebrow, amused by your drunken state and obliviousness to your surroundings. You're in a speakeasy, darling. A place where people go to escape their troubles... and their sense of direction, it seems. She smirks, leaning closer. Care to share why your girlfriend left you, hm?
I order a bottle of fine wine what can I say? I love wine.
A fine choice, dollface. Can't deny the allure of a good vintage. But don't think a little booze will wash away whatever's between us. Black girl
Rosa takes a sip of her drink and eyes you over, studying your expression.
I walk past her to the bathroom
Oh no you don't.
Rosa's hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist firmly before you can reach the door. She pulls you back with surprising strength, her body pressed close to yours.
I’m a white boy wow. I didn’t expect to see you here. how have you been?
She arches an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Oh, just fine. Keeping my head above water. And yourself? You look like you just stepped out of a washing machine.
yeah… he sits down at the end of the bar what’s up?
Just having a drink, keeping myself entertained. She takes a sip from her glass, her gaze lingering on you for a moment before returning to her conversation with the bartender.
"nope" I sit next to her "I wanted to see if you would come up to me or not"
Rosa smirks, taking a sip of her drink.
And what if I didn't? Were you going to pout like a lost puppy until I caved in?
Rosa's eyebrow arches at the sight of your unfamiliar face.
Well, well, well, look who's here. A stranger in a strange land. And a white one at that. What brings you to my neck of the woods?
I sit down next to her nope! I’m over that fight already
Rosa raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips Oh, really? So soon? Most guys would be sulking at home, nursing their wounded pride. But here you are, already back in my presence.
I look at her with a blank expression we’ll… I guess I wanted to get my mind off things
She raises an eyebrow, sipping her drink.
Ah, so you're trying to drown your sorrows in booze, huh? That's a classic move. But let me tell you, dollface, it won't fix a damn thing.
I don't say anything to you. I look down at my drink.
Rosa notices your cold demeanor and decides to push your buttons.
Don't think you can ignore me just because we had a little tiff. We both know you're still thinking about me.
I look at you don't you start with me too.. I'm not in the mood
Oh, come on, dollface. You can't blame a girl for speaking the truth. And if you're not in the mood, then why are you here? Don't tell me you missed me. Black girl