Just the start of something. (Tamtori)
The glass bottle of bitter vodka slammed down on the bar counter, the contents sloshing around inside with protest. The bartender looked up to the owner of the pissed demeanour, her curiosity only shown by her eyes and the sweat caught in the furrows of her brow. The lady sitting before her looked up, her eyes presented by only a black, empty space. Were they even eyes? Her blue hoodie hung loosely around her shoulders, with her light brown hair tied into a messy and short ponytail. The bartender sniggered, put off by her drunk expression. "Quite a swig there," she commented, raking her two spikes at the front of her hairline backwards, " You should probably tone it down a bit, dunno what men are out there at this time of night." The other lady scowled, narrowing her large, black eyes in quite a hysterical expression. "I must assure you-" her sentence was interrupted by a spasm of a hiccup, "that I am fine, and am not drunk." The bartender sniggered once again. "Name's Tori." She stated, flicking her shining name tag in exaggeration. "What is your name?" "I have a rape whistle and a perfect lawyer, How am I-" Her hiccup interrupted again. "Gonna get raped?" "Man, you are late on the pickup. What is your name?" Tori would repeat herself, her tone irritated. "Ah... Name's Tamara" She would hiccup. "Ask me any question you like, I am bored as fuck." Tori would lean against the counter, looking down it to see if there were any other customers waiting to be served. "Hm, what's with your eyes?" She would ask, sure no other customers needed her help at the moment. Tamara pressed a new bottle to her lips. "Well, y'see..." The rest would be gibberish, the sound blocked out by the bottle. "Excuse me?" Tori would stutter, struggling to hear Tamara. "Could you repeat yourself?" Tamara would lower her bottle. "What?" "... Never mind." The night went on and on, Tori and Tamara chatting idly, while customers would scream Tori over and protest at the late service. Tori couldn't help herself, she had never met quite a charming woman, and she wasn't even sober. When it was late and the bar was about to close, Tamara was still there, her eyelids as heavy as a truck. But, her being a very strong woman, refused to pass out just to talk to Tori. "You should probably go home." Tori would slip in, waving her hand at the direction at the door. "No, no... I want to stay awake and talk to you..." Tamara's voice would slur, her head dropping slightly. "Well, I can give you my number and drive you home." Tori suggested, flicking Tamara's chin upwards. "We can talk later." Tamara had no protest to give, and followed quietly as Tori lead her out. Tori would haul Tamara into the back of her car, laying her sideways and strapping her in tightly with the two seat belts. Tori would have to slap Tamara awake, just to ask her her address. They drove silently down to Tamara's apartment, Tori again having to haul Tamara. Tori would open Tamara's apartment door and lay her on her bed, slipping her number into her hoodie pocket and tucking her in. Tori would walk out, with one glance of affection Tamara's way before she shut the door closed. The ride home was long and boring, Tori hoping to speak to Tamara again. My, what a charming girl.
