My eyes settled over you, sitting there watching everything, seeing nothing. The low light of the club flicked through the hairs of your beard, the long slow curls dancing with every angle explored. I sat there watching your strong hands grasping the glass in front of you, the slow motions of your arms as your mouth recklessly drank from the edge the dark, sweet liquor disappearing into the abyss. My mouth was dry and yet I felt moist, alive. The room was warm, the slow melodic singing seeping through my daydream, bringing me back to reality.
Service was slow, tips even slower. The crowd a harmonized buzz, the only waver in my glace was when my eyes would rest on you. Why were you here? A steady drink can be enjoyed at home, where the light is your own. I pushed you to the back of my mind your strong hands, your dark eyes and strong nose. I was done for the night my shift came to a close and I began on my way home.