Kiara
It was my first time in a bar, being 25 years old and still with the same introverted thoughts ,the bar was similar to what I had imagined before or read before.
Bodies, girls and boys, grinding on each other, some in corner dry humping each other or some having a make out session. Some were busy trying their luck, while some getting successful in this short session and getting ready to warm their beds at night. Some were here drowning in their miseries while some having their own time, so many people, so many different life's. Hash thinking about it sometimes made me question whether we are living the life we dreamt or are we just following our destiny with little choices we have.
Someone cleared their throat and a hand with one flashy watch placed a glass of beer in front of me.
I looked to the side and saw the most handsome face that I had ever seen, with well defined jawline, high cheekbones , greenish eyes, soft lips and a charming smile, all in all I killer combination.
Focusing my concentration on the drink placed before me, I raised my eyes again questioning the handsome being. He cleared his throat and said "what is such a beautiful lady like yourself sitting alone in the corner doing?" Though his voice was good and deep, but a snickered inwardly at his poor choice of the pick up line. I wasn't the one to be showered with compliments or flirty remarks but I knew the way things worked, and so with this my interest from this beautiful specimen was ranked negative. I had always liked and preferred intelligent minds over looks, though looks can be a plus too.
Seeing my lack of response, he chuckled.
Irritated with his response I glared at him.
"So annoying you works better than those cheezy pickup lines" taking a seat beside me " well never thought you of a girl like that, interesting" taking a sip from his beer.
Slightly annoyed at this stranger I said "ahh the same judgemental types," I tsked "approaching a girl with a preformed mindset huh" I raised my eyebrows " sorry to disappoint you then"
I looked away from him at the people dancing hoping he would go to wherever he came from.
"You never took the drink I got you" he said again, amusement filled his tone
" Never heard to not to take drinks from strangers " i replied, still not giving him attention
"Been here many times to know..." I cut him off " some people learn from others experience, you know you can always learn things without committing the same mistakes as others" quickly passing him a glance.
He laughed , moving his head and placed his hand in front of me " Hi, I'm Nicolas Smith"
I placed my hand for a hand shake " I'm Siya Gupta"
"You don't look like you belong to New York , here for some business?" he asked taking a sip from his beer.
"Yeah , I'm from India, here for studying"
"oh so what are you studying? if you don't mind me asking" he said.
"I'm here for engineering " I quickly stated.
"Hmmm by the wa...." he was cut of in between when someone pulled him up
"Nic I told you not to wonder of to whores" without looking at me, pulling his friend up who tried to reply back.
Sudden anger surged through me and I placed my hand in front of him to give him some peace of my mind.
" Ohh another judgemental jerk!" I glared at him, and this time he looked at me. " Who are you trying to call judgemental jerk?" he replied, his voice was not only dark but intimidating too, if i was not annoyed at him for calling me a whore , I would appreciate his voice and more so his appearance which was much more overwhelming ,with him being a straight Calvin
Kleins model or a Greek god, even making Nicolas fade in his presence. From one look i could make out he oozed confidence and arrogance.
I replied " the one who called me a whore " I rolled my eyes at him "without even looking at me"
He stared at me for a minute before turning to leave.
Annoyed at him I shouted " if you have guts to call people names and judge them, have enough decency to apologize, mannerless jerk and for your kind information it was your friend who reached upto me with a glass of beer not viceversa".
" what happened?" my friend appeared after dancing with her boyfriend, sensing the tension in the air, I took her hand and led her to the other side of the bar without looking back at him.
All the way I could think how my first time bar experience was ruined by some jerk.