What is between us

Chapter 2 different pov

She seemed to be adamant that she wasn’t going to leave that old crusty bar stool. I had watched her for a week now. She always walked in wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and either a pair of tennis shoes or converse. The converse are my favorite of the shoes I had seen yet; they had little multicolored dinosaurs on them. They weren't by any means your average shoes you would see at a club, which was one of the first thing that drew me to her. Other than the fact that she talked to no one and seemed to drink her sorrows away.

There had been guys bugging her all night, she would shoo them away and order more drinks. She would get to the point of near black out drunk and then go home. Someone had to watch out for her because she obviously didn’t care about herself or if she got hurt.

“Drink?” the bartender asks for the second time tonight.

“no” I say dismissing him to get another drink for someone else and not to waste his time on me.

There was no point in ordering drinks because I wouldn’t drink them. Someone had to be the sober one and that was obviously going to be me as she just ordered another drink and downed it.

Tonight, seemed different, there was a group of guys in the back in a booth, that seemed to try to egg her on. She looked irritated and tried any way to get out have a conversation with them and by that, I mean she just keep drinking and avoiding eye contact and making stupid replies show no interest in whatever been asked.