The Liar’s Bar

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The bar door crashes open and the juke box music floods into the darkening street beyond. A weary Grant Oliver walks up to the bar stool, announces his arrival with the hard hitting helmet that crashes on the bar. His thick coat thrown on top of it to make sure it stayed there.The bartender glances at the man climbing onto the stool out of the corner of his eye as he proceeds to polish the glasses; one by one, inch by inch.Grant stares at the bar for what seems like ages and lets out a long breath; his hands clasped together and his eyes closing in the process.The bartender places the glass onto the shelf and slowly makes his way towards Grant.“What can I get you?”“Whisky,” says Grant without looking up. He suddenly raises his head quickly and speaks at the retreating barman. “Make that a double, will ya.”The barman pours a double whisky into the only cut glass tumbler this side of town; posh glass for these parts – without a doubt.Grant watches the barman, his life-long companion in this godforsaken place, feed the golden juice into his favourite glass, followed by a very small dash of water to temper the roughness and bring out the flavour.“Hard day?”“Yeah, Mac. Fucking shit day,” he says picking up the glass and downing the whisky in one go before he replaces it back on the bar.“Same again?”Grant nods and leaves Mac to return to the bottle. This time, Mac brings it with him in anticipation and proceeds to fill the glass again; placing it in front of Grant.Grant turns the glass quickly between the fingers of both hands and watches the whisky rise to the side, cling to it for a while, before sinking back down.Grant lifts his head to look around the bar and notices just one other couple in the far corner. Her legs wrapped over his body, close enough for them to be making out. He lets out a long sigh and watches them kiss for a while.A blonde woman walks towards the bar from the toilets. Her breasts grab his attention as they wobble from side to side, then he notices her face. As she approaches the bar, she climbs onto a similar stool and raises her drink to take a sip.“Who’s the skirt?” asks Grant.Mac turns his head to look at her and then returns his gaze to Grant while taking a large sip of his whisky.“Don’t know, new here,” he says shaking his head at the same time.Grant stares in her direction, watching her as she leans over the bar. She takes a lock of hair that has fallen around her escort izmit face and re-attaches it behind her ear before placing her hands around her drink; cupping her glass between both hands; just like Grant is doing with his whisky.“What’s she drinking Mac?”“Vodka and Peppermint,” he replies, “fucking strange combination if you ask me,” he adds.Grant lets out a brief and almost inaudible laugh, followed by a smack of his lips as the alcohol bites into a cut at the edge of his mouth.“Everyone and everything is fucking strange in these parts, Mac.”Mac nods his head in agreement.“Another whisky, please?” Grant hands Mac the empty glass. “Get the blondie one too.”Mac returns the filled glass to Grant and returns to place the Vodka and Peppermint down next to the blonde. Grant watches as she looks up at the barman and then sees Mac motion with his head in Grant’s direction. Blondie glances briefly towards Grant but offers no acknowledgement or acceptance of his gift.Grant sips his drink but is taken aback when Blondie orders herself a new drink, leaving his on the bar. He raises his eyebrows and returns to his drink, ‘obviously a dyke’ he thinks; causing him to raise a smile.Music is playing but Grant, nor Blondie, has put a penny in the jukebox. Yet it churns out the tunes, relentlessly.With time getting on, Grant makes a move to leave but his attention is taken as Blondie beats him to it as she moves off the stool; her shoes resound on the wooden floor. He watches once more as her breasts bounce as she gets off the high barstool. He wasn’t expecting it, but she picks up her drink and on her way past places it in front of Grant.“Any reason why I should accept this drink from you?”Her tits almost rest on the bar as the question is posed and Grant catches a glimpse of her deep cleavage.“I liked your tits,” he replies with a sly grin.A smirk crosses Blondie’s lips.“Everyone likes my tits. What makes you so special?”“Ah, you know, could have been more company than just sitting down drinking on yer own.”Blondie pulls up a bar stool and takes a sip out of the drink.“You leaving or do you want another one?”Grant looks across at her, shrugs and hands her the glass. Blondie calls Mac over and holds up the empty glass, “Whatever he’s having, Mac.”Grant’s whisky arrives and he takes a sip; the juke box is between records and the silence is noticeable.“So, what do you do for a living ummm-”“Top executive izmit escort in a very big business.” Blondie was hoping for a name but none was forthcoming. “And you?”“I’m a business woman specialising in custom made pillows for men.”Grant splatters his mouthful of whisky over his hand at her response; especially when she shook her shoulders at him.“How many people do you employ?”“Well, there are four managers and one employee. You could say we are a little top heavy at the moment.” A smile crossed her lips as she looked at Grant; eager for a response that was worthy of her retort.“Top heavy – I get it. But as for a business woman – you’re lying.”“And you’re no fucking executive either. By the way, my name’s Angie.”She holds out her hand propped up by her elbow on the bar.“Grant.” He replies, taking her hand to shake it.“Have you ever seen the film pretty woman?”Angie nods. “Good film.”“Well, that’s me in reverse. Waiting for this blonde business woman to come along and give me a few thousand dollars for my smile.”“Right.” Angie smiles in Grant’s direction. Her beauty doesn’t go unnoticed. As he looks at her face and into her eyes a wisp of hair falls down around her face. Angie immediately rescues it and places it back behind her ear; an automatic response that she must have performed a hundred times a day.The silence that trickles back into the room is punctuated by the couple in the corner getting ready to leave; giggling starts when the man’s hand brushes the crack of his girlfriend’s arse as she passes Grant and Angie; heading for the door.“They’re in for a good time,” says Angie.“How do you know?”“Well, little things, like stolen kisses every now and then, a stroke of her arm-”Grant starts to nod.“And he had his finger up her pussy when I went to the bar.”“Fuck me!” Grant replied in astonishment. “You could be right; then, they’re in for a good time.”“Do you think she was playing with his straw?” Grant adds.“Never noticed her disappear South, and never noticed a bulge either.”“Maybe a small straw?” Angie raised her eyebrows with a smile.“A bit like yours then?”“Hell no I’m a good fifteen inches and thick.”“And I’m as tight as a cat’s arse!”Angie shifted in her seat to look behind her at the jukebox, now playing her favourite tune for some reason. Mac was standing next to it feeding it a few more coins and selecting music at random. Grant caught the first whiff of izmit kendi evi olan escort her sweet scented perfume. A memory took him back to the days when-He smiled. “You smell nice.”Angie straightened her back and pursed her lips in a feigned attempt at surprise. “Why, thank you. Your aftershave is somewhat unique. Eau-de-smoke is it?”“Comes with the job, this Armani suit and these high-class shoes,” he said, pointing to his jacket on the table and then down to his boots.Angie looked down at the floor and saw the heavy steel toe-capped black boots that Grant was wearing.“So what do you really do, Grant?”“I’m an executive, top brass, I go in guns a’blazin – you could call me an executive firefighter.”Angie looks at his coat and spots the hint of yellow underneath it.  She nods to herself.“I’m still a business woman,” she smirks.“At least you’re a live one.”Angie struggled to think where that would have come from, but realised that he must have seen plenty of unfortunate people that did not make it out of the flames or smoke.Grant broke the silence that had descended and immediately diverted attention onto Angie.“So, what do you do Angie? What’s your business?”“I buy and sell.”“Property?”“Nope.”“Shares?”“Nope.”“Top of the range bra’s, for top heavy executives?”Angie giggled at the thought.“Nope. Nice thought though. I own a small independent bookshop around the corner.”“Books?”“Yeah, books.”“Fuck me; you are a high flyer.”“Here’s one for ya,” Grant reaches into his repertoire of bad jokes and pulls one out of the hat.“What goes up black and white and comes down red?”“A man reading a book on an airplane – that’s an old one.”Angie stares him out and offers to buy him another drink out of her dividends.“Dividends, eh! Well, fuck me.”Mac comes across and fills their glasses.“Closing in ten, just to let you know.”Both Grant and Angie sighed at the comment and both let out the word Fuck at the same time. Home time was looming and neither of them wanted to leave the bubble they had created. Angie couldn’t put her finger on it. She no longer knew why she hadn’t accepted his drink much sooner. Bloody mindedness, she thought. She scolded herself for it.Grant looked at Mac and then at Angie. “I betta be off.” Grant shrugged at Angie but was not expecting the dangerous and wicked reply.“How about a takeaway?” Angie winked at Grant.“You come round to mine to finish it off?”Grant threw his hands into the air, palms up, but said nothing.“Tell me, Mac, what’s a good girl gotta do to get in a bloke’s pants?”“You’re asking the wrong person,” replied Mac.“You sure are,” says Grant, “what makes you think I want to let you get in my pants, anyway!”

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