There were only few people. Three were sitting together at the table, discussing something and glancing at the screen of a telly. And one guy was sitting at the counter with his eyes fixed on his drink. He looked sad. Anyway! Rain noticed two red leather chairs in the corner. And the leather was real. Checkmate, Vince!
“Let’s sit over there!” Rain pulled Dave and he followed her. They set down by a round table and made themselves comfortable.
Dave gave Rain a compassionate look and said, “All I can say is I told you so.”
She only gave a sad glance, because John House came back to take their order.
“Name your poison!” The bartender smiled. He had a husky voice that somehow made him sound smart and even wise. He was completing the place with his look. Dave only laughed at the bartender’s offer, letting Rain pick first.
“What’s the most poisonous?” She asked in a blue tone.
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“Whiskey.” John shrugged his shoulders. “But we have only “Connemara”. We’ve just opened.”
“Then “Connemara” it is.”
John nodded, and left them to their previous discussion.
“Find yourself a normal nice guy.” Dave insisted. That was his traditional therapy in case of a bad break-up. Yeah, like normal guys were waiting to be found on every corner. Dave continued, answering her thoughts, “See, there is one sitting at the counter right now. He seems handsome.”
“Back of his head seems handsome?” Rain looked at him, failing to observe the quality named by Dave.
“No, no, he just turned his head so... ”
“I don’t want to find anyone right now!” Rain took an ashtray and looked at it for a moment. “I am tired and I hate all this!