“Bad night?” The bartender asked and placed a shot glass on the bar-top.
Charlie blew out a breath, “Like you wouldn’t believe. You got whiskey?”
The bartender nodded and filled the glass with golden liquid which a moment later, Charlie grabbed the glass and downed the liquid in one gulp, wincing slightly as she felt the sear of the whiskey. “Hit me another.” She said.
Three shots later, she slammed the glass on the counter. “I’m just so tired of being perfect, you know.” She said, her speech slightly slurred. “I’m tired of people and their expectations. Go here, go there. Do this, do that. Don’t you just wish you can spend a day planting your ass on the couch with a good book? Just ignore all the e-mails, phone calls, people’s comments and likes on social media, etc?”
The bartender scoffed, “Ha, I wish. I haven’t read a book in years and frankly, between the two of us, the fish is the most relaxing creature in here.” He eyed the fish-tank in the corner.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.