Peace.

Prologue

"Another  black russian'please" I requested from the bartender for what seemed like the eleventh time. He looked at me with judgemental eyes (that fucker definitely wasn't going to get a generous tip tonight). He looked back at me for a little while and I shot him a look that seemed to say stop looking at me and get back to work, because he did so straight after, but without taking a moment to mumble something under his breath and sigh. 

I'd been here for at least four hours. I'm sure I looked the way I felt or definitely even worse. I must say I'm an occasional drinker but if you looked at me , you'd probably swear this was me everyday. I wasn't drunk or anything, I just felt a whole lot of awful and I'm pretty sure this wouldn't be my only night here. 

The bar looked like an 80s style diner and it had a homely feeling. People were laughing all around and talking  about upcoming sporting events. It honestly looked beautiful looking around. I got distracted just looking at how serene yet so loud it appeared. I must've been so distracted that I almost forgot about my drink because the second hand on the clock had moved 5 times already. 

"Hey! Where's my drink!?....Hector" I said rudely squinting my eyes so I could see what that stupid name tag read. How could they put  a cursive font on a name tag ? I eyerolled at this thought. 

Hubert, Hector or whatever his name was, looked up at me and just stayed quiet.                                "I didn't ask for a beer," I said as he was about to hand me the drink.                                                    That's when I realized someone else's hand reaching out for the drink and taking it. I hadn't realized there was someone sitting next to me now. 

"Didn't I order my drink first?"  I said as I stole a look at the person that had been served before me. It was a man in a long black coat with somewhat short black hair. I didn't get a good look at him because I didn't want to seem like I was eyeing him. 

The bartender quickly went back to make my drink, I think he was making mine? 

"You don't have to act like an asshole, you know" the man in the long black coat said looking straight ahead. I stared at him waiting for him to look at me so I could ask him who gave him audacity to comment something he wasn't invloved in in the first place. I couldn't even go out to enjoy myself in peace.  I rolled my eyes again and faced the front after giving up on getting that man to look at me. 

The bartender finally came back after about another six or seven minutes. He handed me the drink .I more or less grabbed it out of his hand. 

"It's about time," I said as I rolled my eyes yet again. Seriously the service here sucked. The man next to me let out a big sigh and took a sip of his drink and placed it down. 

"You have something you feel like saying to me?" 

"Say it" I said as I turned and looked at him. He didn't look at me, he only continued to drink. 

"Not much of a talker now are you ? " I said as I took a sip from my drink.  This wasn't what I ordered. This was water ? 

That fucker. I can't explain the anger I had in me because I started spewing random insults under my breath everywhere. That's when the man next to me looked at me, eyebrows furrowed above the most intoxicating green eyes I had ever seen.  I gave him a challenging stare waiting for him to scold me again. But he didn't. 

He looked at me for what seemed like ages and looked straight ahead again. I watched him as he continued to take a sip of his juice. 

"The service here is really poor though, I have been here for a couple of hours and I can't get anythng decent done around here" I said looking at him. He didn't flinch or seem to acknowledge my statement.                                     

"I'm not an asshole," I said

He picks up his drink and takes a sip. 

"I didn't think you were," he says. 

There's a pause and I want to say something but I just can't think of what to say. 

"You're acting like one," he says. 

"I'm just having a really bad day, year , if you look at it. I'm usually not like this" I said 

"We all have bad days,  it's not an excuse to be an asshole" he says calmly and continues to take another sip. 

"You will never understand what I'm going through" 

"And what is it you're going through? " 

"You wouldn't understand" 

"Try me"

I got annoyed. H e didn't seem to take the hint that I was in no condition to even talk to anyone regarding myself , not even a stranger. 

"I do not want to talk about it, "

"I do not want to fucking talk about it" 

"Even if I try to explain, you're probably going to still think I'm an asshole"

"What's the use?"

He sighed and continued to finish his dtrink. I just continued to sit in silence, my head throbbing because of a migraine I was sure was on its way. The man in the black coat stood up and put a couple of ten dollar bills on the counter.

" I buried my wife and son today" he mumbled and left without looking back at me. I stared at him as he walked out and I saw him through the window going out to the parking lot, hands gripped tightly to his coat as if he'd been caught unaware in a snow storm.  It had only been a little chilly a few hours ago. I saw him getting into his car, turning it around and driving into the darkness.

I contined to stare at his car as it  became a little tiny speck and eventually non existent. I realized that I was now staring at my reflection. We both looked disorientated, numb and pale and quite visibly drunk . I sat in the little bar drinking the water, long enough to witness the masses slowly fading away and it became more quieter.

I placed the money on the counter and walked out.

It was now 3.25 am and it was actually cold. I wrapped my arms around myself as I walked to my car. I gotin and just sat there for a while in silence.

"Fuck " I shouted hitting the staring weel as with all the force I had. I started shouting so many obscene things. There weren't a lot of people in the parkinglot but most of them were visibly drunk so I doubt anyones heard me