Day #6: Bunkered Bar

Updated: May 27, 2019

The red disk came flying across the counter as Loyd was pouring a few shots for the couple in front of him. It shattered one and sent the other ones rolling off the counter.

She ran her hands through her curly, black hair exasperatedly. “Come on, guys!”

His friends pat him on the back as the man, who threw the disk, approaches her laughing heartily. “I didn’t mean to make such a mess.” His southern draw comes out as clear as day. He turns to the couple and offers to pay for their next two rounds.

Loyd lines up another row of shots and slides them to the couple. “But you did.” She dries her hands with a towel she carries around her waist. “You and your friends have been making nothing but a ruckus this whole week, but I’ve been told to smile and nod, like it doesn’t bother me.”

He smirks at her as if he knows something she does not. “My name is Gerry.”

She pauses to look at him. His beautiful, green eyes look almost like they twinkle beneath the awful bar lights. She finds herself leaning into his charm before she straightens her posture and turns away to dry an already dried shot glass. “And I’m very busy. So, if you wouldn’t mind.”

His hands go up in defense. “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing. I’m fine,” she snaps.

Gerry looks around at the practically empty room. Only the couple and his guys remain. “I’ll meet up with y’all,” he yells out to his group of rowdy friends. They know that means it is time to go somewhere else. “See. We’re reasonable people.”

Floyd gasps and holds her hand over her chest. “My hero. Although, the gesture would have been more flattering had you have gone with them.”

He props himself on his elbows and leans in close. “Everyone is truly free out there and you’re still running this bar like we have rules. You should let loose. What’s something you’ve always wanted to do, but rules or fear stopped you.”

She throws the towel on the table, jokingly. “Well, there is this one guy. Green eyes. Comes into my bar every day since the Revolution ended. And he just. Will. Not. Leave. I’ve tried pepper spray. I’ve even tried security at the door and somehow, I always see him here. No matter how hard I wish and pray for him to go away.”

“I’m sensing something here.” He feels around the air. “Yep. Just what I thought.” He waits for her signal to continue. “We should kiss to break the tension.”

Floyd laughs, followed by her rolling her eyes. “Whatever. This was my grandfather’s bunker. It was used as a speakeasy back in the days that alcohol wasn’t allowed, and everyone thought the world would end. His dying wish was to keep this place secret and make sure it lived on because he couldn’t. What kind of person would I be to just abandon his wish?”

Gerry watches the happy couple leave. “You wouldn’t be a bad person if you enjoyed what life has to offer. Despite what you may have heard, the world isn’t complete chaos. You cannot live your life like a bunker, tucked away forever and only used in an apocalypse. You deserve better than that.”

“Technically, this bar bunker has been in use for over 100 years,” Floyd argues.

He chuckles and holds his hand out to her. She is hesitant, but takes it nonetheless. And she indeed did enjoy her time out and followed through on her promise.

Distorted figures in splattered heart on brick wall background.
Bunkered Bar by Shara Mayo


The prompt and character descriptions for Day 6 are as followed:

· 600 words

· Romance

· Main Character

- A barista

- Loyd Mehok

- Very short

- Scarred skin

- Curly, black hair

- Dull brown eyes

- Emaciated body build

- Extrovert

- Never experienced anything awful

· Props: a frisbee

· Sentence within story: “maybe we should just kiss to break the tension”

· Bonus: Civilization has come to an end


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