All her friends were going out. She had already said, “no”, but she decided to go out anyway. She got an Uber to the club. She waited in the line for fifteen minutes and then got big black Xs on her hands and went in. She wandered around for a bit trying to find somebody she knew. She made her way up to the 2nd level and looked down at the dance floor, then she saw her boyfriend. He was dancing with a big-tit-bimbo. *No biggie* she thought. He’s just dancing. Then she clearly saw him slip his hand down her pants. The bimbo turned over her shoulder and they kissed. He pulled her by the hand and they disappeared towards the back of the club.
*Prick* she cursed him as she stormed towards the exit. *How does this happen to one person three times in a row? I mean one cheating boyfriend was bad enough and twice was terrible, but how the fuck does this happen three fucking times?* “Prick!” she shouted when she got out onto the street. She started walking. She didn’t even pay attention to which way she was going. She stormed and fumed all the way across town. Eventually she found herself in a much older part of downtown. The clubs had given way to bars. One she noted didn’t have a bouncer. She slipped in. The place was pretty busy for a Thursday. A band was playing grunge in the back and it was pretty noisy. She didn’t know why she had come in here. Her feet carried her towards the bar. A man got up and walked towards the exit. She took his empty seat. She looked left and there was a couple talking closely. The looked cool. Like really cool. Not dumb college kid cool. She looked right and there was a man sipping something dark out of a heavy glass. He was wearing a black button up shirt and black denim pants. He had on leather boots and there were bits of tattoo poking out of his collar and cuffs. He hair was salt and pepper and cut short, he wore a matching beard. He noticed her staring at him. “Buy a girl a drink?” She asked.
He looked her up and down quickly said, “Fuck Off”, and turned back to his drink.
“That’s no way to talk to a lady.” She said allowing her Alabama accent full reign. She had no idea where this was coming from. Her heart was racing and she was terrified but outwardly she was cool and calm.
He turned back and appraised her more carefully with steely blue eyes. The moment dragged on and she almost broke before he said, “My apologies ma’am. I have no interest in subsidizing your bar tab this evening.” He glanced conspicuously at her X marked hand and added, “Nor do I wish to contribute to the delinquency of a minor, no matter how hot she is.” He finished his drink, made eye contact with the bartender and held up his empty glass.
She made a show of looking around the bar and said, “Well I don’t see any other man who looks like the kind of guy who’d get a young girl sloppy drunk and take advantage of her so…I guess I’ll be on my way.” She slid off the barstool towards him allowing her breast to graze his shoulder. He caught her by the wrist and fixed her with his stare.
“Do you know what you’re doing girl?” he said.
“I’ve made a series of smart choices that all went to shit,” she explained, “so I’ve decided to make some really dumb ones and see where that takes me.”
“That sounds like a terrible plan.” He said. Just then the bartender arrived with his drink, he held up two fingers, the bartender looked at her and then paused. Eventually he nodded and turned away. The man in black slid his drink over in front of the empty barstool and released her wrist. She took her seat back and picked up the glass. She swirled the drink around about and took a sip. It was really good.
“I’m Fay.” she said extending her hand palm down.
“Bert.” He said as he took and kissed her hand.
“Whats this?” Fay said taking another sip.
“It’s a Manhattan” Bert said.
“I thought that was a girly drink?” she said.
“You’re thinking of a cosmopolitan.” He explained. The bartender came back with Bert’s drink. He paused again before he set it down in front of Bert with a sigh. They sipped their drinks in silence for a bit.
“What’s in it?” She asked finally.
“Rye whisky, red vermouth and amaro.” He said.
“What’s amaro?” she asked.
“It’s a bitter Italian Liquor. I like it better than regular bitters. A true Manhattan should have a maraschino cherry in it but I hate em.” He paused then asked. “Why have you decided to make dumb choices?”
“Well my brain has made some real shit calls so I stopped listening to it. I’m going with my gut now.” She turned and gave him her best smolder. “My gut tells me I should let you take me back to your place and fuck me six ways from Sunday.” She finished the rest of her drink and added, “I’m pretty sure I should also be really drunk while you do it.”
Bert looked at the bartender who was regarding them with folded arms. He dropped a $50 on the bar and then said to Fay, “Let’s get out of here.” He took her by the hand and helped her down from the stool, then led her towards the door. Outside he led her towards a large black motorcycle. She had never seen anything like it. Her brain tried to rebel but the rye in her stomach had already started to dull her inhibitions so her gut won again. Bert climbed on the bike and she got on behind him. She put her arms delicately across his middle. He pulled her tighter. “Hang on tight.” He commanded. She pulled herself closer to him. He was hard and sinewy. She caressed his chest as she tightened her grip. The bike took off with gut wrenching acceleration. She felt herself getting wet.
When they stopped at a stoplight she asked, “Aren’t motorcycles supposed to be really loud.”
“It’s electric” Bert explained. The light went green and he twisted the accelerator. This time they took off so fast that Fay was legitimately scared she would fall off. She pulled herself even closer to Bert. Her skirt rode up her thighs and her pussy rubbed against Burt’s Jeans. The rough cloth sent little tingles though her cunt as the bike raced down the road. She was now completely soaked.
They pulled up to a big three story warehouse. Burt hit a button on the handlebars and a garage door opened up. He pulled inside and parked the bike among a row of other bikes. He helped her climb off first and then set the kickstand and got off himself. She found herself in a big workshop full of motorcycle parts. “This way.” Bert said leading her towards a freight elevator. They got in and the elevator lifted them up to the 2nd floor. Fay got out first and looked around. Every single inch of wall was covered in photograps of varying sizes. The room was a warren of bookshelves stuffed with books and knick-knacks of varying types. She saw carvings of Buddhas, spear tips, skeletons and taxidermied animals. She wandered away from Bert to look though his museum like home. He lefter her without a word. She was regarding a beautifully stuffed raven on a perch when suddenly it turned to look at her and let out a loud croak. She yelped and pulled away bumping into Bert who had returned carrying two drinks.
“Don’t mind him.” Bert said, “Jake just likes a good practical joke.” Fay looked at the bird and could swear he was grinning at her impishly.
“I thought crows said ‘caw’?” Fay remarked.
“Jake is a Raven.” Bert said handing Fay her a tall glass of greenish liquid.
“What’s this?” she asked inspecting the glass.
Bert scowled at her. “It’s my own recipe, it’s mostly Absithe.”
“Well I guess at this point it’d be silly for me to worry about you drugging me.” Fay said while taking a long sip. “Mmm. That’s good. Am I going to hallucinate?”
Bert’s scowl deepened. “Probably not. Absinthe is made with wormwood which is kind of a stimulant. It sharpens your senses while the alcohol breaks your inhibitions.”
“Mmm. I see why you chose it.” Fay said taking a big drink. “Why do you have a raven in your livingroom?”
“I found Jake outside a few years ago. He was just a chick then. A cat had got him. I managed to save is life. That was 4 or 5 years ago.” He took a sip of his drink. Fay finished hers and handed him the empty glass.
“Another please.” she said demurely. He set his glass down and disappeared around a bookshelf. Fay wandered over to a window. A cool night breeze blew in with a hint of jasmine on it. The booze had really started to hit Fay now. She felt strangely stable but at the same time her brain felt liquid. *Absinthe is nice* she thought. Then Jake startled her by flying over to the open window. He flashed her one more impish grin and then flew out the window. “Shit” she cursed, “shit shit shit”
Bert came back into the room carrying two more glasses. “What’s wrong?”
“The window was open, I didn’t open it, It was just open, and your bird flew out.” Fay said in a jumble pointing at the open window.
“Jake is a wild animal. He comes and goes as he pleases.” Bert said, handing her another tall glass, this time filled with a cloudy liquid. “Drink some of this.” He commanded.
She drank. “Coconut water?” she asked confused.
“Drink” He commanded again. She drank more coconut water as instructed and then held out her hand for the other glass of green liquor. Bert relinquished it and then received the half empty glass of coconut water. He placed both on a coffee table made of a big slab of rough cut oak. He picked up his own drink and sat on the leather couch. Fay came over and joined him.
“Bert doesn’t suit you very well.” She said indelicately and then took another sip of absinthe. “With a place like this your name should be Nicodemus or something.”
“Bert is short for Berhtram, which is in itself a shortened version of Berahthraben, in high German it means Bright Raven.” His steel blue eyes had her transfixed as he explained his name. She moved herself closer to him and he ran his hand up her thigh under her skirt. Her pussy had just calmed down after the motorcycle incident. Now it swelled and called out to be touched. She was very close to him now. He inhaled her scent slowly and she was sure he could smell her sex.
“I like Berhtram.” she purred at him. “May I call you that.”
“Yes.” He said before kissing her roughly.
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