Road Workin' (Part 4)

Tracy always wanted to become a dancer. That is, until she realized that the purpose of life was to earn money and live. Her grades and dedication suddenly grew when she made her mind about dancing, and she was done with it. She kept on liking it, though. But this time, there she was, and everyone was dancing, and suddenly she didn’t want to dance at all. Trisha had already join the rest of the people, and she was dancing deeply. Leo, Tracy knew he wasn’t really a party-someone, but he was not there. So Tracy had no choice but to seat at the bar.

She had never been much of a drinker, but she admitted, guilty, that she’d never say no to whisky. She ordered some, and expected for it to not be as good as it really was. She closed her eyes and did her best as to ignore the music around her, and enjoy the moment. It was called getting drunk.

The other people at the bar were each in their business, and there was someone sort of lonely, sitting at the other end. Sort of like her, Tracy thought. She was really shy, and she knew she would need more whisky, if she was planning approaching and talking to him. She couldn’t really see, whether he was cute or not, and she didn’t know whether he was alone, but she decided to try it. Another whisky. Never mind the money she had. Which was Beth’s actually. It’s not like it was being wasted.
----------------------------------------------------------------
He had been there quite a few times, and yet it wasn’t as happy as it had seemed before. The music, it was cool and so was the drink, but something was missing…Stephanie. He thought he didn’t deserve that. He tried so much and he was the happiest guy in the world when she had finally agreed, and he had been the most loyal ever, and she simply said stop, and no. And there he was, alone, drinking like he had done many times before, but post-Stephanie.

It had been hard all along. Because he wasn’t the type of guy that girls loved. He never called much attention. It was not like girls followed him everywhere, or like anytime now, any girl would come and seat next to him, amazed by his…beauty? That only happened in movies, certainly.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
“Hey.” Tracy said a little bit loud, and sat next to the blonde boy. He was sort of cute, and though his nose was too big, and his hair too soft, everything else was okay. The bewildered look in his eyes made Tracy feel a bit scared and doubted whether this had been a good idea after all. But she had already done it, and she had had her whisky’s, and there was no point turning back.

“H—Hey.” he said, and he was a bit happy, Tracy noticed for her sake, that is, the part that was still sober. “I’m Tracy. From New Haven. And you are?” she asked as casually as she could, but with enough volume as to be heard.

“I’m Mark. I’ve lived here all my life, actually.” he grinned, and Tracy as well. He was better than…Leo, say, and crazy-Trisha and mean Beth. Much better, actually.