Sighing, Loki tipped his glass to one side, watching as the amber liquid moved about in the clear glass. Going out to bars wasn’t really his thing, it was more of Thor’s, but he figured what the hell. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do with his time tonight it seemed. Raising his drink, he let it sit against his lips for a few moments, listening to the radio that played in the background. It was one of those really bad country stations.
Perfect.
Oh well, it wasn’t like he’d come here for the music anyway. He’d almost forgotten what it was like to feel hurt, jealous…
just a little jealous. He gulped down his drink and ordered another, laying his head down on the countertop as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.This sucked.
Summer thought she’d left twangy, horrible country stations behind, but she supposed when you picked a random bar in the city to try to get drunk at, you took what was there.
Dropping her backpack purse over the back of the barstool, she climbed up into the seat, caught the eye of the bartender, and ordered a daiquiri. First of the night. How many would it take before she could forget? Or at least mercifully blur the memories?
A quiet thunk drew her attention away from the images in her mind, and she glanced to the side to see the guy sitting next to her resting his head on the bar. Now that she was not self-absorbed, she could sense the hurt and upset radiating off him.
Reaching out, she touched his hand. “Hey, you okay?”