Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 0:25:01 GMT
| Something about the stranger's posture reminded Jacques of that school-mate he roomed with some years ago. Frank had been a flimsy guy. He'd cough so hard at that first cigarette Jacques had shook up for him. It seemed like Frank was always having it rough where he sought some form of relief. Jacques couldn't empathize. He always took his drags easy. His women, easy. He didn't get his hopes up. The Frenchman made his seat at the bar beside the familiar back with only a vague curiosity. A quick side-glance confirmed his suspicions. He didn't say anything - just flagged the bartender. The world is a small place, after all. "An absinthe, no sugar," he told the server. Sugar is for kids. A moment passed while the drink was prepared. Jacques looked away from Frank at two hot chicks giggling over a text message one had received. There had never been much to say between him and his old flatmate. He didn't hate the guy, but he had never been anyone Jacques had tried to impress. Frank had always been a face in the background, a mock-friend, and a distraction to Jacques' affairs. In and out of their shared apartment, their lives had overlapped once upon a time. The tall glass a third filled with the green liquor was set down with a small pitcher of cold water. While he slowly poured the water over the spoon, his manners kicked in. "How's life been treating you, Frank?" |
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