The Bar

19. The Scream

Friday nights were nights when immigrants in the city, whether from Scotland like himself or from Mexico, or even Canada, all of them came together at The Port and sang along to several foreign songs, although Flint would only watch.
One of his favorite memories at his bar was when a group of friends from Mexico were encouraged to try an old irish folk song, which they drunkingly attempted, slightly failed but where happy none the less.
Normally Fridays were the day in which several different groups of foreigners banded together to remember their homes for a night with drinks imported from their homeland, however this Monday evening was the night chosen for this excitement.

Najeem entered his friends office with a broad smile, knowing that his friend would be happy to be reminded of why he opened his bar in the first place.

"The Killian-" Najeem begins excitedly. He expected his friend to listen with a large smile but he is quickly shushed once he begins to talk. Flint stands from his desk and points over towards his office couch. The sleeping waitress curls on the sofa, exhausted from a long day. Flint moves to the couch and pulls the green throw blanket thay hangs on the back of the couch and tucks it around the small framed woman.
Flint wants to kiss her but he shakes the thought with Najeem in the room.
Flint turns to his friend and points at the door, they leave the gorgeous sleeping woman.

"I thought she left," Najeem says.
Flint shakes a hand for his friend to dismiss the subject.

"What about the Killian brothers?" Flint says explicitly changing the subject. Najeem clears his throat, annoyed with his friend.

"Their here, as are the Alvarez twins and the Dunin family" Najeem explains.

Flint smiles, knowing that the six men were probably homesick like him and wanting nothing more than something to drink and some music to hear.

Flint walks around Najeem and out the storage room. Once he approached the bar the loud group of men roars with greetings.
Flint is happy for a second, then realizes the sleeping woman in his office needed to go home, but he wouldn't be able to betray his friend by closing at the regular time for Monday nights. He would keep the doors open late for his friends but he needed to get the girl home.

The foreigners sit at the bar in their regular seats, the Alvarez twins in the middle, the three Killian brothers in the left, two Dunin brothers on the right, and the Dunin sisters at the table a few feet from the bar.
Flint waves an arm for the men to quiet down then he shifts his gaze to the table where the Dunin sisters sit.

"Ladies first," Flint says to the boys. He moves around the bar to the sisters. He smiles at the girls, he sees them as sisters more than anything else.
"Adel, red wine?" He asks. Adel was the eldest of the girls at age 27. She had long black hair and big brown eyes. She was pretty but not Flints type. She nods, agreeing that she wants her normal drink.

"Lidia, how was work today," he asks this knowing the answer would decide whether she wants a fruity cocktail or a hard polish vodka.

"That reminds me..." She says then suddenly stands to announce something.
The boys at the bar were already observing the girls, their brothers keeping a close eye on flint, unaware that his heart belonged to another girl and not one of their sisters.

"I finally quit today," Lidia announces. The Alvarez brothers roar with applause and the Killian brothers smile and clap, happy she had finally quit her horrible job that was destroying her.
Her brothers smiled greatly, happy their sister no longer worked around the judgmental and harassing men of the local construction company.

"So, a cranberry vodka with more vodka than cranberry?" Flint says. She nods with a smile and sits back down.
He gives her a pat on the back, proud that she decided to stand up for herself and quit, not wanting to hear the awful harassment of the vulgar office men.
Flint looks over his shoulder, at Najeem who stands behind the bar beginning to make the groups drinks.

"Free drinks for the girls tonight," Flint tells him.

"I always give them free drinks," Najeem says and give a flirtacious smirk to Lidia.

"Najeem," Flint scolds shaking his head. He scolded his friend more for the smirk than the drinks. The Dunin brothers glare at the large Kenyan.
Flint chanes his glance to the last Dunin sister.

"Maryla, soda or are we going to try something new?" Flint tries to suggest more than ask. The shy girl was 22 but hadn't tried a sip of alcohol. She shakes her head and orders a water.

Flint leaves the sisters and goes behind the bar, he tells to Najeem finish up and then deliver the drinks to the girls.
Flint then asks Najeem to watch the foreigners carefully while he went in the back to change the music of the bar to a polish folk album that was gifted to him by Adel years ago.

He goes in his office and checks on the girl, she curls up more, clutching her hands to her chest. She lets out a slight wimper. He leans over the girl and she seems stressed out. Maybe being sore from the previous night and the long work day? He leans down, plants a soft kiss on her temple, tucking a few strands behind her ear.

Flint goes around his desk and finds the CD. He checks on the girl again, her eyelids move around as if trying to wake up but she doesn't. Before he leaves the girl he leans down and plants another soft kiss.

He goes back to the bar to the music player that is linked to the bars surround sound.
After he puts the CD in the device, before even pushing play, a loud scream errupts through the bar sending a shiver down the spines of many. Flints eyes widen and his heart races, a wave of fear and anger washes over him as the familiar scream runs through his ears. Without a second thought he runs to his office.

A/N; Special thanks to SuzanneQJones

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