This winter hasn’t been all that bad, but all the grey and pseudo-coldness has gotten me a bit down. And I think the best way to get through these long, dark nights, is a hot free read! Yay!
Wish Upon a Star
Alyssa sighed and twirled the straw in her cocktail as the man beside her tried his best to get in her pants. She glanced around the crowed bar as he droned on and on, watching the couples practically humping each other on the dance floor, the scantily clad women on the prowl, the men with their overly bright grins. Was it Valentine’s Day that brought out the almost fervent desperation evident tonight, she wondered, or were people always this anxious to get laid?
“Look,” she said, breaking into her unwanted companion’s latest monologue. “I have to…” Her mind searched for a good excuse to get away, but came up blank. “Go.” She caught her friend Heather’s eye across the bar and made a slight motion with her head to indicate a quiet corner where they could talk. She flashed the man a feeble smile. “Um, thanks,” she said as she moved away from him. “See ya.”
“Okay,” Heather said once Alyssa joined her. “What was wrong with him?”
Alyssa shrugged. “Nothing really. He—”
Heather held up her hand, cutting her off. “You really need to get off that high horse you ride around on, Alyssa.” Heather’s face softened and she gave Alyssa playful tap. “Stop being a bitter old fuddy-duddy and lighten up. It’s Valentine’s Day. Tonight is the night for lurve.”
“Love,” Alyssa snorted. “Is love standing around a dark, smelly bar waiting for some man to decide he wants to take me home?”
Heather shook her head. “You really are a bitter old fuddy-duddy.”
“I wish, for once, I could meet a man that actually wanted to be with me,” she said. “Not just for one night and not just because I happened to be standing there and willing.”
Heather laughed. “Men don’t want much more than ‘standing there and willing,’ honey.” She looked around the bar, presumably for the man she had been talking to before Alyssa called her away. “All I know is that I’m not spending Valentine’s night alone and as your friend, I’m telling you to get over yourself. Let someone seduce you. Get laid. It’ll do you a world of good.” She caught the eye of someone across the room and smiled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to go take my own advice.” Heather gave her one, last almost sorrowful look. “Really, Alyssa, love is not all roses and romance and happily-ever-afters. Not in real life. You gotta take what you can get and make the most of it.”
“That’s sad,” Alyssa said, feeling utterly defeated.
“But not untrue.” Heather patted her arm. “Try to have some fun, okay?”
“Yeah, right,” Alyssa muttered as her friend walked away. She looked down into her watery drink and thought about getting herself another, but decided against it. What would be the point? There was no one she wanted to talk to, the overly loud music was grating on her nerves, her pantyhose were too tight and her makeup was making her eyes itch. It was time to go home.
Alyssa collected her coat and stepped out into the cold. The sky was clear for a change and one, lone, brilliant star shone like a beacon in the dark night. It was a star made for wishing upon and Alyssa laughed to herself, realizing that it wasn’t a star at all, but rather Venus.
“Star light, star bright,” she whispered, and then with a rueful smile, dropped her gaze to the concrete sidewalk. This was silly. Besides, what would she wish for anyway?