Page 1 of Liquid Courage
Chapter 1
Vivian left her house for the bar, stomach somersaulting between excitement and an increasing sense of dread.
“You’re going to dogreat,” her sister Phyllis said over the phone. Vivian’s stomach continued to lurch long before the bus arrived. “Remember, this gal approachedyoufirst! Aren’t you excited about that? Just go and rock it!”
No matter what her sister said, however, Vivian couldn’t get too excited. Shari had sent a random message two nights ago, true, but a girl knew better than to get her hopes up.“Hey, beautiful.”Shari had written on the dating website.“How about you and I get some drinks and see where it goes from there?”
Clearly, a sign from God that she was once more desirable. A year ago, Vivian had fallen ill and was hospitalized for more than a month. She lost so much weight that her family barely recognized her, and her own mother lamented more than once that her daughter was nothing but a frightening, skinny wraith who was a literal shell of her former self. Recovering meant more than losing the infection. It meant retraining her brain to eat andkeep it downwhile putting the weight back on. But the message had been as clear as the city’s central clock tower on an average day: she was far from attractive, and no one would ever think she was beautiful again.
Since then, Vivian had gained some of the weight back, although the voices remained in the back of her head. At least she could recognize herself in the mirror again. Not only was the weight coming back, but color had returned to her face and her hair no longer looked like a stringy mess from hell. Chopping it off to above the shoulders had been more than cathartic. It represented her road to recovery.
Still, she was so busy with returning to work at a law firm and getting the rest of her life back together that she neglected to update her photos on the dating site. Who had time to think about dating when she was catching up on bills, friends, and her cousin having a baby? Vivian hadn’t thought about it until she received the message from Shari. When she asked her sister if she still looked the same, Phyllis said, “Are you kidding? It’s all Vivi to me!”
So to have a gorgeous – albeit random – woman like Shari ask Vivian out like it was nothing? For the first time in a year, Vivian had an excuse to dress up and head out for some fun.
Vivian hopped off the bus and headed toward the bar in the middle of the block. Her heart continued to flutter the closer she came to her date.Calm down, girl. You’re going to give yourself palpitations before you even see this woman in the flesh.Flesh! Who knew Vivian could finally think about sex again? It had been so damn long since she enjoyed the company of another woman like that. The nurses at the hospital had been cute, and a few even flirted with her when Phyllis told them her sister was a ragin’ lesbian, but Vivian had been too sick to appreciate it. By the time she was released from the hospital, she was too embarrassed to follow through. Besides, she had more important things to think about. Like work. And those taxes she filed a million extensions on.
She had thought a lot about dating, romance, and sex since Shari sparked that part of her brain again. Right. Those things existed. They were things Vivian used to genuinely enjoy before her life became infected with shit.
The bar was one of the few in the region catering to women. Not necessarily queer women, either, but many of those persuasions went there for a lack of other places to call their own.
Bit emptier than I remember…Granted, it was the middle of the week, and the place was rarely hopping. A part of Vivian had hoped the place had picked up more business in the year since she had last been there. But the only other people in the quiet bar were two small groups of friends who played a relaxing game of pool or talked over their rounds of beers. The bartender, a woman Vivian didn’t recognize, stood behind the service station and cleaned the drink ware.
Vivian looked around. Where was Shari, the woman with beautiful black curls like in her picture?“I’ll be wearing red, if you know what I mean.”Vivian had no idea what that meant. Hopefully it was sexy.
The barstool creaked as Vivian sat down and ordered a drink. She picked up some peanuts and cracked each one open, regretting it every time shells littered the counter. None of them agreed to amass on the napkin Vivian had placed beneath her hands.
She waited ten minutes. Vivian checked her phone to see if any new messages awaited her. None so far. Maybe Shari was running late…
…Maybe she had been stood up.
“Are you Vivian?”
That voice could only belong to the siren named Shari. Vivian craned her head over her shoulder, peanuts falling from her mouth. “Hi!” she called, holding out her hand to shake Shari’s. What a beauty! Tall, svelte, and with such gorgeous long locks and a body-hugging red dress that made the stars weep rain.
Shari sat next to Vivian and ordered a stronger drink than what her date summoned. The bartender meandered over, this time with a sullen countenance that did not match the indifferent demeanor she offered Vivian only ten minutes ago. What was that for? She hadn’t looked at Vivian that way. Did these two know each other?
Don’t tell me you brought me here to torment your ex…
“Thanks.” Shari said with a sniff as the bartender walked away. “Don’t mind her,” she then said to Vivian. “She’s a bit cold toward certain people.”
“Why?”
Shari’s smile allowed her perfectly white teeth to shine in the lights. “Personal reasons. So, tell me about yourself.”
Vivian didn’t know where to begin, let alone after being put on the spot like that. It was best to let Shari draw answers out of her. When Vivian mentioned that she had been sick recently, Shari sat back as if her date were still contagious. Hardly! Vivian had to explain that she was perfectly safe to be around… or at least Shari wouldn’t get anything fromher.The joke fell flat as Shari forced a smile and returned to sipping her drink.
Although Vivian hadn’t been on a date for a quite a while, she didn’t think they were supposed to be… this awkward. Where was the flirty, fun Shari from online? They had swapped a few hot messages over the past two days. Talking to Shari in real life was like communicating with a different persona. Definitely did not boost Vivian’s confidence, and she ended up clamping her mouth shut in fear of saying something stupid. Whenever Shari made eye contact, Vivian couldn’t help but look away. It didn’t help that Shari’s countenance became increasingly annoyed. What a hot date!
Maybe Vivian was still rusty at dating. Or maybe something was actually wrong. Something neither Shari nor Vivian saw coming when they left their respective homes earlier that evening. Why did Shari study the woman beside her as if she were lying?
Confidence continued to further plummet, and Vivian ordered a second, stronger drink to reflect it. Maybe the alcohol would give her liquid courage and put her back on her game. Or maybe it would make her so drunk that she could bear this shitty date before it was over and she was dumped on the street.
Their drinks consumed, Shari expressed that she felt tired and wanted to go home. Alone. “Oh,” Vivian said. “I see. Thanks for taking the time to meet me.”
She was willing to let it go. After all, sparks hadn’t exactly flown while she and Shari shared drinks and stilted conversation. Vivian recognized when a date bombed, but it didn’t matter. It had given her an excuse to get out of house for the first time in forever. She had a smile on her face when she pushed some of the ice around the bottom of her glass and considered ordering a third to enjoy by herself before heading home.
“By the way,” Shari said, putting on her coat. “You might want to update your pictures on the website.”
