Pool Bar in the Dead of Night


He walked through the Pool bar in the dead of night, having just arrived yet you could smell the alcohol on his breath as he crept closer to our group. “Have you guys seen my friends? Were they arrested?” Were his first few questions, his words slurred and eyes darting around the bar as though he were a rat searching for cheese. I edged away from him in an instant, standing a bit closer to my mom’s best friend.

One of the people in our group questioned a rag that he was sporting, a stain that looked eerily similar to blood had coated the entire rag, “Are you hurt?” In which, he became more on edge and quickly walked away, throwing the rag onto a chair nearby, almost as though he suddenly wanted to get rid of it.

He walked towards the bartender, asking him what I assume to be the same questions before he begins to pace around the bar. He walked, surprisingly well, throughout the entire bar where I began to take notice of his tattoos coating his entire body, the jacket that was more of a cover up than anything as it had no sides. Nothing about him indicating any color, his pale skin as he wore brown shorts, a brown shirt, and a brown jacket that had no sides.

He made the attempt to leave when suddenly he stopped right before he reached the door, taking off his coat before returning back to the bartender once more, offering his jacket up on a silver platter when the bartender takes notice of a knives handle, long and indicating the blade was of an illegal length, ignoring the fact the bar clearly states that it prohibits weapons. After the bartender refuses the jacket, he begins to pace once more. He walks through the entire store, talking to random customers as everyone became more uneasy around the man, one group choosing to stay seated until he left as the others tried to remain calm, many of them leaving after a bit of time.

He got stuck at the walkway as there are railing leading to the front door, almost as though he didn’t know how to get around the railings, he asked around about how to get to the exit but seemed to get relatively confused, going into the wrong areas even though everyone’s explanations were pretty clear, he joked around that the place is a maze which everyone refrains from commenting on.

He took a beer from someone who had abandoned their game shortly after he arrived and sits down, where he remained until a few cop cars arrived, a single policeman came in to talk to the bartender before he asked the man to come with him, and soon after left with them.


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Sabrina Ingram

Hello, my name is Sabrina Ingram. I am the author of The White Butterfly and The Girl in the Cage. You can find me on my website (www.sheswritingmore.com) where I talk about writing, books, personal things, and much more!

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