A/N: This is for RaeKitano's Dialogue challenge. Here was the dialogue we had to use:
Using the following dialogue, in any order, in a short story / one shot.
“I’m not in a ‘save the day’ kind of mood.”
“When I grow up I want to be like (insert your own star / character here)”
“If I had a dollar for very time you said that!”
“Would I lie to you?”
“I love that color on you.”
I tried my darndest so we'll see if it's good! Let me know! I'm thinking of doing something else maybe... XD
I took a look around the small warehouse and sighed. The owners turned it into a bar and into a successful business. Several people turned to look at me as the door opened and closed. I ignored them and quickly made haste to the bar. I placed my order and sat down on a stool. Who knew that a country bar could have this many people who wanted to drink?
I came from Salt Lake City to the boonies so I didn't have to see anyone I knew and possibly make a fool of myself. I winced internally. This is what sucked about being in the closet, I couldn't talk to anyone about what I was feeling. The only person that knows I'm gay is my mom and she wholeheartedly accepted me for who I am. That was twelve years ago and now I'm nearly thirty. I've been in the closet for twelve years. Not because I didn't want to tell anyone, don't misunderstand me. My boss doesn't like gay people, he's homophobic. If I told him I was gay, he would find a reason to fire me or make me quit. A*hole.
I quickly downed the shot of whiskey that was placed in front of me, trying to forget my sorrows. I had been frequenting this particular bar a lot lately. Not because of the alcohol or because of the atmosphere, but because of one particular guy. I learned his name from the bartender. Samuel. He was apparently a co-owner of the bar. He was tall, sexy and his milk chocolate eyes made me melt every time he glanced over at me. And he did glance at me. A lot.
I inwardly smiled to my self. The bartender gave me a look and I nodded my signal to refill my glass. I was about to lift the glass to my lips when a movement caught my eye. Samuel walked out of the door and his gaze instantly met mine. Just my luck when he was going to walk over to me, a guy walked up and touched my back lightly.
"Hey stranger. I'm Alex."
I turned to look at the man. He was dark skinned with long black hair.
"And I'm not interested."
The man pouted. Pouted! How old was this guy anyway? Probably too young for me. He walked away and proceeded to drink more. I turned back to my drink for a couple of minutes. When a shadow trailed along the rim off my glass, I looked up and met the velvety chocolate eyes I always wanted to see.
"You must really like this bar. You're here almost every weekend."
I grinned up at him.
"Well, I'm here often enough for you to notice." Which is what I wanted, I added silently to myself.
He took the stool next to mine. When the bartender came to fill my glass again, he spoke up.
"The next one is on the house." Samuel turned to look at me again. He took in my outfit, my attitude, basically everything about me. While he did that, I was internally jumping for joy. The man I had a crush on for the last month is trying to hit on me. About friggin' time!
