Post by Faith Winters on Aug 8, 2009 1:49:49 GMT -5
Another day, another town… another bar. It was always the same routine, no matter where on this Earth she found herself, always the same. She would travel long and far, travel for days with little rest, and finally find herself at some bar wherever she had stopped for the night. Mostly these nights would see her consume a few drinks, just enough for a haze, and she would travel to the nearest hotel. Other nights would see a lot more alcohol consumption, and the search for companionship. A girl would be chosen from the crowd, someone short, someone in eccentric clothing, someone who had eyes that told a story.
Every night, she would be looking into the wrong coloured eyes.
It had been a few years now that Faith had started her journey. Too long since she had broken a promise she made to the woman she loved. It had started out as a soul-search, a need to know herself, who the real Faith was. Once upon a time, her heart had been broken, and she never allowed herself to mend it properly. It had been time to mend. And she had made her goodbyes, and left to start the repair. After a year of journeys, she had returned to find that her once cherished love had moved on from their home. And so, she began a new journey.
The random girls had never filled that spot she hoped to fill, had never made her feel any remotely close to what she needed. So she carried on, never a falter in her step, never a doubt in her mind. As she neared the end of her teen years, Faith had grown. Her universe was expanded, she discovered things about the world that never seemed possible. And she hit a growth-spurt to boot. Now standing at 5’5” Faith looked like a woman rather than a girl.
As Faith entered the bar, a heady scent filled her senses. Something familiar, but she was unable to place it. There were too many other factors, too many other people. Shrugging it off, Faith made her way towards the front of the bar, catching the eye of a particularly interesting looking girl who wore knee-high white boots with her dress. Flicking her gaze away from the girl as she settled herself upon a bar stool, Faith brushed the wisps of brown hair from her face as she looked at the many liquors displayed in front of her.
Tapping well-manicured fingers on the counter top as she thought, Faith drew in a breath to help settle her rapidly firing nerves. Something was causing the hairs to stand on the back of her neck, and she was not sure what it was. Adjusting her form-fitting vest, which she wore over a long-sleeve white shirt, Faith glanced over her shoulder briefly at the aforementioned girl, who gave her a little smile. With a sly grin, Faith tapped the counter top lightly, hoping to get the attention of the bartender. Turning glacial blue eyes back towards the bar, Faith finally spoke, in a low raspy voice, “Whiskey on the rocks, please.”
Every night, she would be looking into the wrong coloured eyes.
It had been a few years now that Faith had started her journey. Too long since she had broken a promise she made to the woman she loved. It had started out as a soul-search, a need to know herself, who the real Faith was. Once upon a time, her heart had been broken, and she never allowed herself to mend it properly. It had been time to mend. And she had made her goodbyes, and left to start the repair. After a year of journeys, she had returned to find that her once cherished love had moved on from their home. And so, she began a new journey.
The random girls had never filled that spot she hoped to fill, had never made her feel any remotely close to what she needed. So she carried on, never a falter in her step, never a doubt in her mind. As she neared the end of her teen years, Faith had grown. Her universe was expanded, she discovered things about the world that never seemed possible. And she hit a growth-spurt to boot. Now standing at 5’5” Faith looked like a woman rather than a girl.
As Faith entered the bar, a heady scent filled her senses. Something familiar, but she was unable to place it. There were too many other factors, too many other people. Shrugging it off, Faith made her way towards the front of the bar, catching the eye of a particularly interesting looking girl who wore knee-high white boots with her dress. Flicking her gaze away from the girl as she settled herself upon a bar stool, Faith brushed the wisps of brown hair from her face as she looked at the many liquors displayed in front of her.
Tapping well-manicured fingers on the counter top as she thought, Faith drew in a breath to help settle her rapidly firing nerves. Something was causing the hairs to stand on the back of her neck, and she was not sure what it was. Adjusting her form-fitting vest, which she wore over a long-sleeve white shirt, Faith glanced over her shoulder briefly at the aforementioned girl, who gave her a little smile. With a sly grin, Faith tapped the counter top lightly, hoping to get the attention of the bartender. Turning glacial blue eyes back towards the bar, Faith finally spoke, in a low raspy voice, “Whiskey on the rocks, please.”