Page 2 of The Rules Of Attraction
Today was when I actually woke up, and reality slapped me withallthe emotions I’d suppressed.
The loss of my father had displaced time around me and I had no grasp of anything until today when I held the wedding invite and life as it was stared me in the face.
Tom was getting married to Becca, my father was dead, I was broke, in debt and in Chicago waiting to start a new job that was several downgrades from the career I worked my ass off for.
That was my life summed up in a nutshell and it sucked.
I hated it.
Worse yet, I hated that I couldn’t have seen Tom for who he was. Becca too.
I hated that I allowed them to get to me now, and that I’d allowed them to damage the little strength I had.
All I should have had on my mind was healing my broken heart from the loss of my dear father, and getting back into the career I loved.
Just those two things, nothing else.
I didn’t need confirmation of how much Tom loved Becca.
“Would you like some more water?” The bartender asked.
I turned my attention to him and blinked.
Water.
My brain was in a state of tumult.
I was goingto need something a lot stronger than that.
What I needed was an escape from the torment that had filled my mind. I needed an escape from life.
My attention was drawn to a pretty blonde woman in a bubblegum pink dress who laughed out loud. She sat on the opposite side of the bar with a man who seemed to be dazzling her with sauciness. They’d been there since before I came in, which was well over an hour now.
The woman looked happy and carefree.
I didn’t know when I would feel happy again, but maybe I could do carefree.
“Can I have what she’s having?” I asked motioning towards her with my chin.
The bartender chuckled and nodded, allowing one of his dreadlocks to fall over his eye. I’d seen him take a pink colored cocktail over to her in one of those tall glasses with lemon on the side and blue syrup drizzled around the rim. It looked cool.
“That’s a real strong drink sweetheart, do you think you can handle it?”
“Yes.” I said firmly. Maybe a little too firm, but damn it to hell yes I wanted a strong drink and yes I could handle it.
The smile on his face grew. “Okay I’ll mix one up for you.”
Minutes later I had my drink before me. It was called Angels on Sex.
No wonder the woman ordered it.
“Go easy on it. Sipping is best to start.” He advised.
“Thanks, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I picked up the glass and instead of the sip I was advised to take, I took a huge gulp.
Immediately, I grimaced at the sharp, searing taste of vodka contrasted with sugar syrup strawberries.
It sent a hot shiver through my whole body as it hit the back of my throat, making my skin burn and tingle.
