at least know each other!" he says, coming up beside me, his hand gliding round the edge of the stool. Moving closer to the bar, he lets his hand slide up my thigh, high up. I jump. I need to keep a steady head, I think. I’m losing control, I think. I look at the bartender. He’s busy sorting out a whiskey for each of us. The architect from the train turns towards me, gives me my glass. "Cheers," he says. I let the entire contents slip down my throat, feel how the heat from the liquor spreads through my body. I let myself lose control." - The Architect, Me and the Bartender by Connie K.
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