The Bar

Chapter 2

Melisa walked into the local pub, head hung low. Her boyfriend had just kicked her out of the apartment. She sits down at the bar. "Bartender please ..." she said, sweeping her red hair aside. "Fill my glass for me..." "With what?" The bartender replied. "With the wine they gave Jesus that set him free after three days in the ground." The bartender looked astounded. "The what?" "The wine they gave Jesus that set him free after 3 days in the ground." She said, finally looking up and--holy shit, the bartender was hot. The bartender sighed. "Alright, what's the problem? People always come reciting "Dave Matthew's 'Bartender' when they have a problem." "My abusive boyfriend." she admitted. "He was even more abusive 'cause he was drunk." The bartender put his hands on the bar. "That's one hell of a problem." he said. `Crap...` Melisa thought. `He's married...` Melisa put her and on the bar. "Melisa Armstrong, great-great-granddaughter of Neil Armstrong. You?" "Brandon Daniels." the man said "Grandson of Jack Daniels. Yes, the founder of the Whiskey company." "I assume that's why you work here?" Melisa said, grinning. "Haha, very funny. I own this place. My Father's father died and left my father to take the company. Then he became too old, and since I'm his only child capable of having a company, I got it. So, now I own a Whiskey company. My sisters help though....We share the company and each have a separate bar to own." "Can I have your number?" Melisa asked quickly. "Yeah, but my wife's a bit skeptical about having other women's numbers on me..." They quickly exchanged phone numbers, and Melisa left.