Merry Jones - Elle Harrison 01 - The Trouble With Charlie - Plot & Excerpts
Toned bartenders did their signature dance: reaching, pouring, swirling. Gliding along the narrow, dimly lit alley of spigots and glassware, serving up alcohol-laden concoctions to a thirsty crowd clustered along the bar. Music amplified to too many decibels pounded percussion without melody. Happy Hour at a mostly singles bar. What diabolical cynic had come up with that name? Dubbing as “happy” the dire, loneliest moments before dark, the time when people cling to each other in primal desperation. I was no exception that night; I was among them. “You have to start sometime,” Becky had nagged me. “You can’t just sit home forever.” It had only been a few weeks, I’d argued. “It’s been almost three months.” But I wouldn’t know how to act, what to talk about. Hadn’t been out on my own in a decade. I was rusty. Didn’t know how to flirt. “Just be yourself. You don’t have to flirt. Just let go. Dance. Have fun.” Great. I hated dancing, wasn’t good at it. I reminded her.
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