With her elbows pressed against the well-worn wood of the bar, Liz swiped at her phone. She found herself lurking the Facebook pages and tweets of her exes. None of them were particularly bad, per say, they just weren't right. But what is right? She really didn't know, but she knew they weren't it.
It wasn't their fault. A lot of girls will say, "it's not you, it's me," but when Liz said it, she really meant it. She was too weird and different than other people. She was starting to think no one would ever be right for her.
"Need a refill?" asked Amy from behind the bar.
"Apparently so," remarked Liz, shaking her empty glass, as if there might still be some alcohol hiding under the melting ice.
It was another quiet Tuesday night at The Crossroads. It was almost one in the morning and hardly a soul had entered the place. A couple of old men, in town for a sales conference, had taken the place over for a while, but they were gone now. She wished it was Monday. Monday night is trivia night.
Liz was bonkers bored, despite the fact she was very drunk. She wasn't a big fan of The Crossroads, but her roommate was the bartender, which meant she only had to pay for every third drink. That was a good thing, because she didn't have a job. Quite honestly she didn't want one.
"So, have you figured out what you are going to do?" asked Amy as she placed another whiskey sour in front of Liz.
"Jeeze, Can't I think about it tomorrow?" Liz asked.
"Well, I guess if you're too drunk to think about it, then you won't be needing this." Amy made an empty gesture to take the drink back.
"Hey, hey, no! I'll figure it out. I'm good."
"So?" Asked Amy.
"So what?" Liz was sucking the drink down through a straw, protecting the glass from Amy like it was a wounded limb.
"So... Are you going to get a job tomorrow?" Asked Amy.
"I will. I just got to figure out what it is I want to do." Liz said.
"Well, you better figure it out quick, rent is due in seven days and I'm not going to float for two months in a row. Listen, I got to change out a keg. Keep an eye on the bar until I get back."
Liz looked around the empty room.
"Don't worry, I don't think it's going anywhere."
Liz went back to drinking and swiping at her phone. She was thinking about asking her parents for money, but she hated doing that. It always came with some kind of strings attached, or worse. They might ask her to move back in with them. She shuddered at the thought.
As terrible as her drinking and phone addiction was, it kept her from thinking about the future. One would think that knowing their future would be a good thing, but it isn't. At first it seemed exciting and gave her a feeling of security to know that there was always something to come, that her life would never be cut short unexpectedly.
The downside however is that knowing your future makes it terribly uninteresting. All of her accomplishments, first loves, best friends... none of them were a surprise. When you get to the moment where you saw yourself in the visions, it all becomes a rerun. Instead of enjoying the moment, you see your younger self looking back at you like a reflecting pool through time.
You go through the motions.
You act like it was a surprise.
You pretend like you didn't know all this was going to happen.
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Love and Hamburgers [Rick and Liz Saga, Season 1]Paranormal
[Completed/Edited - 2018 Fiction Awards Nominee for Best Romance] With her elbows pressed against the well-worn wood of the bar, Liz swiped at her phone. She found herself lurking the Facebook pages and tweets of her exes. None of them were partic...