"“Hey, hey, hey, a bar doesn’t watch itself. Somebody’s got to pour drinks for all these lovely people.” He said in defense. “No excuse,” I told him, “Eastway can go sober for one night. Besides, you spend so much time here that I almost forget what you look like sometimes.” I joked. He laughed and said, “So what’ll it be Mr. Twenty-One? What will be your first legal drink here at The Bluestone Lounge?” I paused to think about this, everyone leaning in a bit waiting for my answer, and then it hit me. “I’ll have a Long Island Ice Tea, please.”
“Good choice.” Praised Leo; “Long Islands are the new Appletini’s.” He nodded proudly and I didn’t even question if that made sense or not. “Alright, Long Island it is. I’ll be right back with those drinks for you guys.” Alex walked away and I sifted through the bowl of peanuts looking for the cashews.
We stayed till last call then our little group began breaking up and heading home. I was the last one to leave. The bar was quiet with only the sounds from the conversation of a few bar stragglers sipping slowly on their last drink of the evening. While the gang went their separate ways I stayed a bit longer. There was something about The Bluestone that felt comfortable. I moved to a window seat and looked up at the night sky. Living in the city, you can’t see the stars, but the light of the moon always seems to shine brighter than all the streetlights. . . ."
It can go anywhere at this point and I have butterflies just thinking about it lol.
Stay tuned!
Xoxo.
B.
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