'Tash, how long are you going to be? I've been waiting half hour,' yelled Aurora.
Tasha padded into the living room, 'I'm ready, lets hit the road.'
When they finally got to the bar it was rammed and there were no free tables. 'We'll just stand at the bar,' said Tasha
'Yeah, If we must, if you'd got ready quickly like me, we would have got a table. I hate standing at the bar,' groaned Aurora.
They squeezed their way through the crowds of Thursday night drinkers.
A young barman looked up at them, 'Hi, what can I get for ya?'
Tasha instantly put on her charm 'We'll have two Sex on the Beaches, please. Or should that be Sexes on the Beach?'
'Well, we are a couple of Sexy Beaches,' said Aurora
'You are indeed, two…of them coming right up,' he said, looking at Aurora.
She turned her head, and blushed. Probably wishing she hadn't said that, Tasha wished Aurora had more confidence, she could have any man she wanted if she didn't turn and blush everytime she flirted a little. The bartender was hitting on her, and she didn't even realise. He looked like he was blushing a little too, maybe they could blush together, she thought, smirking to herself.
Clutching their cocktails, the girls clinked glasses. 'Eyes!' ordered Aurora 'I can do without 7 years bad sex or whatever the Greeks say.' 'You could just do with 7 years sex, full-stop,' laughed Tasha.
They turned to face the crowded room, where stood lots of young trendy types chatting and enjoying bottles of lager with names Tasha had never heard of. Shoreditch is so damn cool, even the drinks seem to change with the seasons. Why were all the girls drinking beer too? Tasha knew they weren't really enjoying it, deep down they were all cringing at the sour taste of cheap lager in expensive bottles going down their throats. Why couldn't they just be real and stop pretending for the sakes of guys who might find a girl with a beer attractive?
'So, I heard from Sam,' said Aurora, bringing Tasha back to reality.
'You meeting up again? I knew I'd get you a guy.'
'Yes, we're meeting up again, but I'm still not sure. What if he talks about his cars a lot?'
'Go along with it, get him drunk and shag him.'
'You're so crude, I will not be doing that.'
'And you're so square. Now that's my kinda guy,' declared Tasha pointing towards a tall, handsome man, standing with a couple of suits.
'Well, he's coming over, thanks to you,' Aurora always hated the men Tasha went for, she hated men in suits. She instantly thought of them as boring, banker types with too much money and hair-gel.
'Hi girls, can I get you both a drink?' He said.
'That would make my night,' Tasha purred.
He ordered them both a cocktail, Aurora reluctantly accepted.
'So what are two beautiful girls doing out alone?'
'Out on a desperate hunt for rich boring men whom we hope to snag, marry and murder for their money. I think we may have struck gold early tonight.' Said Aurora, making no attempt to hide her sarcasm.
'Oh, feisty one! You not going to answer?' He asked pointedly at Tasha. He seemed very eager to know what two friends were doing out alone, like this was only a man's world. Such a disgrace to find two single ladies enjoying a drink together on a Thursday evening. Aurora was shocked by how bored she was so quickly. He'd only said a few words and she was getting angry. She knew it was rude, having just accepted a drink, but knew she needed to get out before she said anything worse.
'I'm just going to pop outside for some fresh air,' Aurora left Tasha and the man alone.
'For your information, us two beautiful girls always come out alone on Thursdays,' said Tasha eventually.
'Well, Thursdays are the new Fridays,' he quipped, giggling at himself.
'And accountancy is the new Rock and Roll I suppose?' replied Tasha.
He didn't laugh at that comment but Tasha didn't really care: 'Treat them mean, keep them keen,' that was Tasha's motto.
'No man in your life, then?'
'No, I'm a lesbian.'
Aurora was standing outside after having escaped, smoking a cigarette, she knew she had to give up. People don't realise how hard it is. She has to constantly worry about having ash breath and she has to carry chewing gum everywhere she goes.
She thought about that bartender, was he really flirting with her? Why couldn't she be like Tasha and flirt back?
'Hey.' Said a voice breaking through her thoughts, Aurora turned round to face the bartender. She was not expecting that, she felt her throat closing up. Story of her life.
'You got a light?' Great, he just wanted a light, why had she thought he was flirting. She always got it wrong.
'Yes,' she started searching through her handbag. 'Here it is,' she handed him the lighter and watched him light his roll up and hand it back to her.
'Cheers, how comes your friend isn't out here with you?'
'Did you not see her inside, chatting to that suit?'
"Oh, yes. I did notice.' He gave her a look, a look that meant he understood why she was outside hiding, 'He comes in a lot, can't say I like him, to be honest.'
'I instantly knew I didn't like him, just looking at him across the bar, he seemed like a big jerk.' She giggled.
'Yeah, I hate his type. Anyway, I'm Fred,' offering her his hand.
'Hi, I'm Aurora,' she shook his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Fred.'
'Pleased to meet you too.' He smiled at her, a smile that sent electric shocks through her body. She'd never felt that before, apart from when she was young. But that was never an I-find-this-man-extremely-attractive kind of shock, it was more of a my-best-friend-is-the-coolest-dude-around type of thing and that didn't count.
'I've got to get back to work, but let me take down your number. Maybe we could go for a drink, sometime?'
'Ok, yes. That would be cool.'
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