Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Possibly Tuesday

July 1st, a Monday. I think it was one of the worst days of the week. It is the day that you have to go back to work, but in my case, I am off. I finished the project that I was working on. The short film was about a lost puppy. Yeah, a puppy, and that puppy wanted to reunite with his old family, but the problem with this short film is that I did not get the funding for it. Yup, that is why Monday sucks for me, so I am back to the drawing board literally and coming up with a new project to submit. My name is Sinclair Davis, and I am a twenty-five-year-old living with my Grandmother in Miami, Florida. "What the hell am I going to do today?" Sinclair sat up in her bed and looked at the clock. She had been in bed all day. "I cannot believe I slept through my alarm again. I had a few things I needed to do today. The post office was closed, and I needed a money order. Grandma!" Sinclair yelled down the stairs to her Grandmother. There was no answer, so Sinclair got out of bed, grabbed a robe, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Sinclair went to the kitchen and found her Grandmother dancing with headphones on. Sinclair had a sigh of relief. "Grandma, Grandma. Hey!" Sinclair walked over to her Grandmother, tapping her on her shoulder. Sinclair's Grandmother stopped dancing as she turned around and saw Sinclair. Oh, good evening, Sinclair. I am glad you decided to get out of bed, even though half the day is already gone." Sinclair's Grandmother smiled as she spoke. "Grandma, please don't start with me. Last week was hard for me, and this weekend was the nail in the coffin," Sinclair spoke as she walked over to the table and sat down. Sinclair put her forehead down on the table. Sinclair's Grandmother approached her and placed her hand on her shoulder. "Sinclair, I know you put your all into it, but don't let it get you down. You must continue to press on because you have student loans, and I will not pay them for you." "Grandma, you are not helping me right now. Please stop." Sinclair pleaded with her Grandmother to stop speaking. "No, this is my house, and I can speak freely in my house. When you pay me rent, I will maybe be nice to you; I will think about it and maybe email my response to you," Sinclair's Grandmother spoke as she placed her headphones back on her head and started dancing again. "Grandma, you are so mean. I have to get out of this house." Sinclair got up from the table, walked into the living room, and sat on the couch. She noticed her cell phone on the coffee table. She grabbed her cell phone and called one of her girlfriends from college. The call was placed, a few rings went by, and finally, there was an answer from the other end. "Hello," Sarah answered the phone, not thrilled about who had called her. "Sarah, how are you doing? It is me, Sinclair Davis." "I know who this is, and I still have your number on my phone, Sinclair. How have you been?" "I am good. Hey, I was wondering, what are you doing tonight?" Sinclair asked. "I don't have any plans. What are you thinking about getting into?" Sarah responded. " I am thinking about heading to the Silver Seat tonight for happy hour." Sinclair picked up the TV remote and started scrolling through the channels with her ear to the phone. "That sounds like fun, even though it is Monday, the beginning of the work week. I take it your new short film was another failure". Sarah smiled after she said those words to Sinclair. "Ouch, Sarah, not cool. Sinclair was becoming irritated as she continued to search the channels. "I guess it was. Oh well, you will get over it after we get some drinks. Have you contacted Denise? I am sure she wants to go; she seems to have no life either." "Sarah, if you don't want to go out, just say so, and I will not invite you." Sinclair quickly responded to Sarah's remarks. "No, no, don't uninvite me, Sinclair. What will I do this Monday night?" Sarah said as she began to play around with her words. "Go to hell b***h, and be ready. I will meet you at the Silver Seat Bar in an hour". Sinclair gave Sarah a few words of encouragement and ended the phone call. Sinclair dialed Denise's number, and she picked it right up. "Hey girl, how is it going? How did your project go?" Denise was folding clothes that she had just taken out of the dryer. Denise had her phone between her head and shoulder as she spoke to Sinclair. "Not so good, so I want to leave this house. Are you down for the Silver seat tonight?" "Sure. What time are you trying to be there?" Denise asked. "Probably in an hour," Sinclair responded as she turned off the TV. "Okay, I will be there and make sure we get our usual table. I think Derrick is working tonight. He is a good bartender, and we need some good drinks." Denise continued to fold her clothes. "Wonderful; I will see you in an hour then," Sinclair said goodbye to Denise as she jumped off the couch. "By Sin," Denise hung up the phone. Sinclair rushed upstairs to prepare for a night out." "Sinclair, I hope you will not be back too late. I am not going to be up forever." Sinclair's Grandmother yelled up the stairs to her. "Grandma, don't worry. I have my key to get in, just in case". Sinclair took a shower, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and found a lovely black dress to put on. Forty-five minutes passed, and Sinclair was ready for a night out. Sinclair rushed down the stairs and out the front door. Before Sinclair closed the door, she said goodbye to her grandma and shouted before she closed the front door. Sinclair locked the door, jumped into her car, and headed to the Silver Seat Bar. Traffic was not too heavy since rush hour had ended for the day. Sinclair looked at the time on the dash. It was 7:50 pm. Sinclair was five minutes away from the bar. Sinclair went to the bar and parked her car in the parking lot. Sinclair exited her car, locked it, and entered the bar. When Sinclair got inside, she had not seen her friends yet. The host walked up to Sinclair, greeting her by name. "Hello, Sinclair; how are you doing this Monday evening?" The host asked her. "I am good. I haven't seen Sarah or Denise yet." Sinclair looked past the host and searched around the bar for her friends. "I don't think they have arrived yet. I am sure they will be here in a moment. Denise and Sarah are a little further out." The host spoke to Sinclair as he led her to a bar seat and gave her a dinner and drink menu. Sinclair was the first person at the bar. Derrick, the bartender, was working, and he walked up to her. "Sinclair, long time no see. How have you been?" Derrick asked Sinclair as he was drying off a few beer glasses. "I'm good, Derrick. How are you doing?" Sinclair asked as she looked over to the entrance. "Good, so what are you drinking tonight? It is happy hour for one more hour. We decided to extend it out a little today. Why today? Well, it must be because you decided to come and visit me." Derrick smiled as he placed the dried glass on the shelf behind him. As Derrick finished speaking, Sarah and Denise finally arrived. Sinclair waved to her friends.