unexpected sightings

She stood near the bar, twirling the straw in the Jack and Coke she'd just ordered. She watched the crowd form outside to smoke cigarettes in between each set.

She couldn't believe he decided to show up. After all these years and multiple moves in and out of the city (for the both of them), he was back on the scene again. He was with his douchebag friend and a girl. New girlfriend? Could it be? Did he actually move on?

She remembered the past all too frequently. It was eight months of bliss and rock and roll. It seemed to end before it started, the time flying by-probably because they spent most of those months surfing a wave of tequila.

It is because of that period of time she cannot shoot tequila anymore. Even without the lime and salt, she still gets a hard sourness she can't escape.

The music started from the stage. The smokers dropped and squished their butts under boot soles and filed through the door.

That's him. She thought. He's back and he's here. Right. Now.

She finished her drink and pulled out a crumpled bill. "Hey, barkeep," she called over. "Another Jack and Coke. This time, make me a double."