Jessica McGibbon
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I am attending Durham College and I'm 24 years old!
Stories (4/0)
The Last Drink
Jacob Moore sat in the corner of “The Lionheart Pub,” a dingy low-lighted place where people usually ended up when they were at their lowest. He sat there and thought about what had brought him to this point in life, his mistakes, and his troubles. He watched barley registering the people around him when the waitress slammed his drink in front of him. He looked up startled by the sudden noise and looked at the waitress with bloodshot eyes. It was Amber (one more of his mistakes flashed by his eyes). The tall blonde glared at him, her blue eyes were as cold as ice, and stalked away. He watched her go but made no attempt to stop her, it would be pointless to try to apologize and she wouldn’t want to hear his excuses anyway! He took a long swig of the beer she had placed in front of him, spilling some on his blue shirt. He cringed away from the cold feeling and hoped it wouldn’t stain his shirt. She’d given him this shirt, he wanted to take care of it. The way he didn’t take care of the most important thing in his life. The door to the pub opened and he looked up in hope only to be disappointed as he watched to old war vets stumble out in a drunken stupor! “Why would she come to a dump like this,” he despaired. Next time the door opened he didn’t bother to look up, he figured the text he sent her went unread. He was so caught up in his sulking he didn’t notice the woman walking up to him.
By Jessica McGibbon6 years ago in Humans