Continued From…
I ordered a Capirinha restating obsession for sugar cane and rum. “Crowded house” in the background aptly screamed “Don’t dream it’s over” and I tried to get senses lost in it. My eyes closed to relish the refreshment. I prayed that the cocktail maker gets a good appraisal this year. I noticed a figure with head down, next to me on the table. She had copper brown artificial color hairs, scattered on her casually tilted neck and face, like a mystery fall.
“Are you okay?” I heard myself ask. She slowly raised her head to the outer world, possibly gesturing to the waiter with code language of eyes to repeat the drink. She saw me expressionlessly. Smiled to the glass. An elegant white dress with a black belt that ran across her waist had a smart center strap. It was deep neck and revealed something red inside her, possibly laced. She had a beauty mole on neck and her hairs caressed it gently as she sat, head down, facing me.
“Call it a night,you have had enough for now” I tried to sound mature. She had lean body but her eyes and wrinkles around it, visible inspite of excessive colossal kajal revealed her mid thirties age. Her eyes were red; they seemed to have missed a couple of night’s sleep or have overslept many.
“What is your name?” she asked,with probable care in voice but that can be an amalgam effect of my drink and her moist eyes. “My name is not important, go home mam”, I spoke loud to make sure my message was conveyed to her sleepy senses.
“It’s weird that you don’t tell your name to them but you do tell them what to do or what not to do” she smiled, sipping her JD peg. I gave her a rubbish expression and continued to focus on my drink. A not so gentle man much older than her and with as many gold rings in his hand as are the floors of my office came and asked her if she was here alone and offered a drink. To my surprise she dragged her revolving chair towards me and spoke “I am with my baby boy”. I was expressionless, the drunk old man looked deep into my eyes and was not convinced by her answer perhaps but turned nevertheless and sat back on the center couch with two same aged men who found it the funniest joke of the night and were heard laughing aloud as he walked back.
“What was that all about” I asked, sounding uncomfortable.
“People of your age should not drink alone.” She winked. We started talking. She asked if I study or work.I lied my age.“I had been working in a firm for past five years”. She nodded to her peg with a smirk,smiling at my reply. I wondered if she was still sane enough to catch lies that easily.
To be continued…