Ruthless

If there was a river created for people to carry their sorrows away, Tacha's only option wouldn't have been the Lucas lounge.

She walked past her best friend not recognised. Thanks to her shabby blue hair, black rimmed glasses, and her black lace corset that brought up her breasts. Who would have recognised her? Nobody! Nobody would have imagined that was Tacha! She wasn't the Tacha everyone knew to appear in baggy clothes, and covered dresses trying to be mindful of her body and shape.

While some ladies are willing to go under the knife for a bigger butt, Tacha wanted a butt reduction all her life. Where some ladies are looking for breast enlargement oil, Tacha wouldn't mind dedicating her life to slim tea. She was finally at the Lucas lounge and she wasn't feeling it.

The same lounge and bar her best friend happily wasted her money and body every Friday night. The lounge and bar looked like the ones in movies. Hot bachelors, rich kids, strippers, wild girls, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol everywhere. She wasn't looking odd, thank God for her best friend's dressing inspiration. Rocking her best friend's top and a quick job on her long-time Jean skirt to a mini one made her fit in.

Tacha took a seat across from the barman. "Gordon." She dropped her bag.

"What should I mix it with?"

"I want it straight."

The lean barman whose body was covered with tattoos finally looked up at her. "You don't want me to miss it with anything?" He asked again, his eyes roaming Tacha's face down to her hot body. He wondered if she was that good with alcohol especially with Gordon dry gin. She looked smashing in what she was wearing but lacked confidence. He wondered why she was trying to act up. Her face was completely new to him or else, he wouldn't have gone through so much stress trying to ask her over again. "Are you sure? I can just mix it with a little bit of--"

"Excuse me young man!" Tacha interrupted, obviously annoyed. "Are you not supposed to give me exactly what I ordered? Just one glass of Gordon and I'm being interrogated. Do I look like a minor? Would you rather lose a customer?" She got up, packing her things.

"Oh no! Miss, please take your seat. I'm not trying to underestimate you at all. I'm just wondering if you can really handle the effect of Gordon all alone. I'm right at it." The barman served Tacha's drink immediately, pushing it across to her. Tacha rolled her eyes, hoping the barman would stop casting his gaze at her every second. "They are all the same. Bunch of cheats! Lord of the rings my foot." She murmured to herself, getting irritated by the piercing the bar man had all over his face.

"Excuse me!" The barman turned around, his eyes on Tacha, asking if she had just called him. Tacha moved her eyes away. "I wasn't talking to you." She murmured, sipping her drink little by little. In no time, her eyes were starting to become blurry and distorted. She wasn't good with alcohol, but she planned to get herself completely drunk and forget everything she heard and saw, but her memory was playing jokes on her too. Those familiar voices came back and she could hear their discussion again.

"Ricko when are you planning to break up with her? You can't keep dating her and keep sleeping with me." It was nobody else but her beloved cousin. "When she introduced me to you, I knew that shit ain't true. Tacha, date someone as hot as you with that smelly personality of hers." Her laughter filled the whole room. "I can still remember how she came to meet me. Hannah, guess what? I just met this guy. Oh my God, he's like one of these guys from magazine covers. He really likes me and I like him too." The voice sounded more like Tacha talking. Her cousin laughed as she successfully mimicked her in her voice. "Fool at twenty-six! Like, she knew hot men are sexy, yet she remains like holy Mary she is." She laughed again, with no hint of regret.