Sacred demons

Tonight

Tonight was the night, the night I get shitfaced and don't have to care about anything or anyone. Easier said than done, well at least in my case. I'm all too familiar with the taste of whiskey on my lips. Call me an addict... Isn't that what started it all? Addiction, wish to know and feel more, to be more...

My thoughts were interrupted by a joyful cheer, that rang through the dump people still called a bar.

Rusty bar stools, cracked table tops... yup this place was shit. It attracted that kind of folks too. Drunken men, ladies, who could show you a good time if you had cash... Only things that kept this place together were booze, the bartender, who wasn't too bad to look at and the fact that it was a hideout. You could disappear in a cloud of cigarette smoke and relax from all your worries. That's why I spent so much time here.

I swirled the liquid in my glass and took a small sip, just to feel that burning as it went down my throat. A voice called out for me and I lifted my gaze from the bar top.

"Need a refill?" The bartender was already holding up a bottle of whiskey, looking at me with a smirk.

I've been coming here from time to time for past few months. To be honest I didn't know about this place before that. But that's besides the point. Every time I'd sit in the same spot, order the same drink. So he got the routine down pretty quickly.

"Sure." I set my glass down and pushed it his way with my fingertips. "Make it a double."

As he poured my drink I had just enough time to take in his features. His dark hair was messy, you could get lost in the blue of his eyes, yet they had certain coldness to them, something secretive. But those lips... oh those lips, they had nothing to hide. He looked like he belonged on a magazine cover and not in a place where even the wasted guys complained about the TV only having two channels. I couldn't tell if his shirt was ripped as a fashion statement or from wearing it so much. I didn't mind it though, it gave me a chance to take a glimpse at his tanned skin, hiding underneath.

He caught my wondering eyes, that brought a smile to his lips. "Like what you see?" I smirked. "Sure do."

A small laugh escaped him. "Well aren't you a honest one, unusual sight around here... Honest and pretty, that's quite the combination..." His smile didn't fade.

"Oh you've got no idea what I've gotten myself into because of it." I murmured under my breath, but apparently he had super hearing.

"Really, you've got me intrigued...", his left eyebrow lifted and from his expression you could tell, he wasn't going to let it go.

"Mhmm..." I hummed in agreement, not saying anything more.

"So what, you're just going to leave me hanging?"

I could see the spark of interest in his eyes. Tilting my head to the side I pulled out my best innocent face.

"My grandma told me not to talk to strangers in bars after I've had more than three drinks and I don't know you, so I'll take that advice." He saw right through my bullshit, not like I made it hard anyway. "Oddly specific, wouldn't you say?" He pretended to be in deep thought, tapping his chin with a finger.

"And we're no strangers, I've seen you around to know your drinking habits, the only thing that I don't know is your name. So how about I tell you mine and you share yours?" All of the thoughtfulness vanished from his face as he broadly smiled at me.

"I'm Lorenzo." He extended his hand like we've met for the first time.

The thought of giving him a fake name crossed my mind just for a second, but I decided against it.