Forever, Part 1

“Did you know demons live forever?” she asked. Her elbow was the only thing keeping from faceplanting on the bar. Her boobs were just about falling out of her dress as she leaned over, but I kept myself from staring. I'm professional like that.

“No I did not,” I replied. I took back her empty and looked over her face. Her eyes didn't look drunk. The rest of her did. I wondered if talking about demons was a reasonably justification for cutting someone off. My prerogative, I guess, but I hate to upset a pretty lady, especially one who looked like she'd had a seriously bad day.

“Yep. For-ev-er,” she said. “And it feels that way, too. All drawn out like that. They don't tell you what it'll be like.” She hiccoughed and tapped the bar with two fingers, what had quickly become her call for another shot. “Not that it matters. You is what you is, they say.”

“So they don't like living forever?” I asked. I poured another tequila, vowing to keep an eye on her the rest of the night. I waved at Tim, the bouncer, to let him know not to let her off without a taxi.“Most do, I guess,” she said. “But most are dead stupid, too. They don't know what they've got, don't know what they're missing. Just caught up in the moment of it all. Day after day. Foreeeever.”

I smiled politely, contemplating an excuse to walk away from the conversation. The bar was empty besides her, though.

“Aww, you don't need an excuse,” she said, waving her hand about. “I get it. Not your problem to deal with the crazy lady. I get it. Just go, do your thing, clean up. I know you're closing soon.”

Too perceptive to be drunk. I shrugged internally and started washing up down at the other end. Meanwhile, she just kept staring at the mirror behind the bar, all the way up until we closed. Then I went to the back to call her a taxi.

When I got back, she was gone. So was Tim.