Woman Walks Out of a Bar

Entry: One Act

 

Woman Walks Out of a Bar

Stranger: You’re leaving alone?

Woman: I came here alone. I believe in going out the same way you came in.

Stranger: A life rule or a bar rule?

Woman: Depends on the bar.

Stranger: What was your poison for the night?

Woman: You have a million questions for everybody who walks out of this bar?

Stranger: Depends on the body.

Woman: Creep.

Stranger: (holds out hand) No, it’s Peter.

Good to meet you.

Woman: Listen (Creep) Peter, there are plenty of empty barstools in there with a few bartenders who have their ears wide open, waiting for you. Why don’t you go on in and have a glass of, Campari or something bitter to loosen up and (get a life). It’s happy hour. Maybe you can smooth talk some lonely bodies inside who have the ganas (time).

Peter: You usually this bitter, speaking of?

Woman: Guess.

Silence surrounds them as they wait for her bus. Twenty minutes pass in silence. Mostly because The 29 takes forever at this hour. Also because she turned her back on him.

Peter looks at the sky and sees the stars form the same image Simba saw in The Lion King when his Father gave him the courage to keep going.

So he kept going.

Peter: Campari and what?

Woman: And one ounce of sweet vermouth over rocks. Topped with Prosecco, an orange zest and a kiss of ginger on top of the bubbles for a little spice.

She hands him 100 pesos.

Peter’s eyes light up. He quickly runs across the street, inside the bar and comes back out with two cocktails thinking, “a little drink on the streets in Springtime September with a beautiful woman should be nice. Good thing drinking on the streets is perfectly normal and legal here in Buenos Aires.”

Peter: You’ve done this before haven’t…

Peter turns to see the woman blowing a kiss goodbye on the number 29, heading south of San Telmo, back into the city. It was the quickest 29 he’d ever seen.

Woman: (on bus) Chau Peter!! Enjoy the drinks! And remember, don’t be such a tight ass!

Peter downs the two cocktails.

Another woman walks out of the bar.

Peter: You leaving this place the same way you came in?

Woman: I’m gay. So yes. Save the speech for the next girl.

Silence.

Peter: If you’re waiting on The 29 it takes a while. Or at least it usually does. You might as well let me but you a drink and we’ll wait for it.

You like bitter stuff?

(And so on and so forth until sunrise).

In the end, Peter and the girls go home, separately, but full of tomorrow’s hope.

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