Theme, Week Nine

You'd think that a subtle hint would tell him that he should stop talking, but it hasn't. She's talking to him, but her legs are crossed and pointing away from him. Her eyes dart across the room searching desperately for a savior. As he talks she wonders to herself, "why am I still here, why don't I just get up and say 'I'm sorry' and walk away?" Instead her manicured hands accept the drink that he is handing her and she takes a sip; the bitter vodka startles her tongue but she likes it. He too feels uncomfortable, yet, he stays. He can tell that she is rejecting him, she hasn't said anything other than "oh really" and "huh" in the last minute. Instead of leaving, accepting the reality, he orders her the martini she wants; his precious cash buys him a few more moments of companionship. It's hard to hold a one way conversation, but he's doing his best. Sensing the urgency, he tells her that she is beautiful, and that he likes her hair. She smiles and says, "thanks."  Her eyes look away; his do too. After a while her friend comes over and abruptly grabs her hand, pulling her to her feet. Her diamond bracelet glistens in the light. He smiles as though they were his friends and the two girls walk away. She doesn't look back at him. Leaving the bar that night, he climbs into his saw-dust filled pickup and drives away; his chain-saw rumbles in the back.