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Lusty Night Skies | By: Lovey Dovey
In about an hour Lucy would be boarding a plane for her long awaited trip to the UK. She had been day dreaming, and saving, for this vacation for ages. It was finally here.
She and Zara were just finishing their bloody marys in the terminal and were closing their tab at the bar across from their gate. Now, settled in their seats, buckles fastened, they were patiently waiting to reach altitude to get another cocktail on the flight from JFK to London. When the pilot announced they had suspended beverage service for this flight, Zara was fuming. “What the actual fuck,” she said out loud to Lucy. Lucy just giggled as her curls bounced alongside her laughter. She was always prepared. She grabbed her water bottle handing it to Zara. “Here have a drink of water and calm down,” she said. Zara took a swig and almost spit into the chair in front of her. Straight vodka burned her throat and stung her lips. “Lucy!” “How did you manage this?!” “Oh, I have my ways,” she said.
“What’s that supposed to mean… you cheeky little slut you!” said Zara. Zara was originally from Manchester, and her slang made zero sense to Lucy, but she always cracked with roaring laughter. The two had certainly gained the attention of a few other passengers on board by now. “Remember that guy I was dating? The one I met online a few months ago?” Yeah, what’s the geezer’s name again? Zara said, as she pulled her long straight black hair over the side of her face avoiding eye contact with the flight attendant as she walked down the aisle. “Jeffery – the pilot, remember? Well, turns out he lied and he is not a pilot, but a TSA agent checking ID’s. I saw him when we went through security.” “That’s why you bolted to the other line?” Zara questioned. “I thought you just wanted to get through faster,” she continued. “Yup, he was shocked when I stood there smiling,” said Lucy. “He asked me if I had any liquids, when I told him no, just vodka sarcastically, he just let me walk right through, with all this booze in my water bottle!” “You’re welcome bestie,” said Lucy. “Brilliant!” “Snug more security guys in the future for me yeah sis?” “Thanks!” said Zara as she threw back another shot and made a grimacing face.
Lucy took the water bottle and placed the lid on tight before ordering a glass of OJ from the flight attendant. Mimosas were exactly what they needed. If Zara kept up drinking like this, the two would never make it to Zara’s parent’s house. Lucy was the responsible one of the two and sneaking alcohol through airport security was by far the craziest thing she had done in quite some time. She felt exhilarated just getting away with it. She had missed this fleeting feeling while consumed with so much adulting these past few years.
Zara and Lucy had been best friends since university abroad in Prague. Lucy went onto grad school back in the states and was engaged to be married, while Zara moved to Los Angeles to peruse modeling and acting. They never lost touch and made trips to one another’s cities across the country countless times to catch up, celebrate birthdays and hook up when the vibe was right. Both were some version of bisexual, but never expressed this outside the context of their own intimate friendship. Nor did they feel it necessary to label themselves. You could say they were curious at the very least. Plain and simple they were soul mates and nothing would ever change that.
They landed after a very long seven hour flight, but were excited to hit the road. After departing from the airport, Zara hailed a cab with a cute Indian driver from Cambridge who had unique tattoos and a wicked accent. Zara chain smoked cigarettes with him the entire two hour drive to Manchester with the wind entangling her hair in the breeze. Her parents greeted them with excitement and warm hugs that afternoon. Zara’s mother Caroline had mentioned this amazin’ pub that had just opened up down the way. She raved about their fish and chips and because some local family from Wales had backed the investment themselves. Her mother always felt it best to spread the local gossip and she loved to support small local businesses. “Promise me you’ll go have a taste before you leave on your travels girls? Let the owner know we sent ya?” “Yeah, yeah, Mum, sure we’ll go.” said Zara.
After a few days of sight-seeing and nearly their last night in town they decided to catch up with some of Zara’s old friends from secondary school. They ended up at the pub her mom had recommended. They took a seat at the bar. It was an old brick and wooden building with green stained glass windows that had been revitalized from the outside. It needed a little sprucing, thought Lucy. “This place reminds me of the Gilded Tavern in Wales,” said Zara.
The bartender greeted them and threw down some thick round cardboard coasters with little golden castles on them. Zara ordered an aperol spritz as Lucy grazed over the beer menu. “Hey Bitches!” one of Zara’s childhood friends hollered from across the bar from a booth. She was tall and thin with heavy red lipstick and dozens of gorgeous braids in her hair. “Maya Hainault, oh my gosh girl!” squealed Zara, as she threw her bar stool out from under her legs and jumped up to greet her with a hug. “How have you been?” “I have missed you so much!” Sorry, I didn’t see you sitting over here.” Zara exclaimed. “Let’s move our tab to the booth, I’ll grab our bartender,” Lucy encouraged. She closed the beer menu and waved to the young bartender at the other end of the large round mahogany bar top. He nodded and made eye contact, silently saying he would be there in a moment. “Excuse me,” Lucy said to the gentleman across from her behind the bar. His back was to her and he was bent over the sink washing a pint glass. “Can, I grab a crafted apple cider at the booth over there please?” He turned around setting his glass on the rack and locked eyes with her. The both froze and quite possibly stopped breathing altogether.
B-r-e-a-t-h-e thought Lucy silently to herself. She felt her cheeks flush warm instantly. She was visible stricken with a flood of emotion. “Harry?” Lucy asked inquisitively. The man gulped so hard, she could see his adams apple slowly navigate up and down in his dry throat, never breaking eye contact. She knew then that it was him. He didn’t need to say a word. The crystal clear blue of his eyes dug into her soul as rapid memories fired fast and furiously through her consciousness. Sailing, kissing, flowers, the night sky, cuddles on the train, that beach trip, the endless nights dancing on the verge of intoxication…. They had shared an intense connection all those years ago when she was abroad in Prague. He pushed open the half height swinging bar door and wiped his hands on his apron as he motioned towards her.
He swiftly grabbed her by the hips and pushed his right hand into the back of her hair, moving her head towards his. wait to indulge in him.
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