08-30-2016, 08:03 PM
The top of the bar transformed into a screen with the brush of her fingertips. Danika scrolled through Manifesto's signature cocktails, not sure what she sought. When a martini glass filled with bright blue liquid filled the screen, she caught the bartender's attention. He leaned over the table, ear tilted ever so slightly to get her order. He was so pretty, her lips pursed at the attention.
"I'd like a Galaxy,"
she ordered. The bartender complimented the choice and said he would be right back with it.
Danika watched him work for a minute, weaving concoctions through his fingers like an ancient alchemist in his laboratory. But she soon became distracted. The toe of her heel tapped on the footrest under her seat along with the song. It had shifted to something far more her speed than the base and thump of club techno.
Every so often she checked their surroundings, straining across coifed heads of hair and through glittering shoulders to search for her group.
The scowl in her heart must have bled through to her expression. The man next to her noticed it anyway.
He was at least ten years older than her, but attractive anyway. Not as pretty as the bartender though. She kept her wits about her this time, and followed his gaze toward the stage.
He was friends with the band? A pianist and vocalist were performing, and it sounded like a Methos cover.
"A loneliness worth the sacrifice then because they are much better than the techno before."
The bartender returned, gently placing a glistening martini glass before her and flashing a sexy smile.
Danika squealed at its appearance. The blue was glowing within, casting the glassware with eerie crystal shards of light.
"This must have a splash of quinine in it! It absorbs ultraviolet light, which excites it's electrons to a higher state and upon their descent back to steady state, they emit a photon that we perceive as fluorescence. There must be some black lights above us!"
She exclaimed and lifted the rim to her lips. A jablonski diagram filled her mind's eye as she sampled the cocktail, anticipating bitterness. It was like drinking liquid heaven. Galaxy was an apt name for the cocktail.
Her neighbor at the bar had wine. It seemed so ordinary in a place like Manifesto.
She lifted her glass anyway. "Cheers! I'm celebrating!"
"I'd like a Galaxy,"
she ordered. The bartender complimented the choice and said he would be right back with it.
Danika watched him work for a minute, weaving concoctions through his fingers like an ancient alchemist in his laboratory. But she soon became distracted. The toe of her heel tapped on the footrest under her seat along with the song. It had shifted to something far more her speed than the base and thump of club techno.
Every so often she checked their surroundings, straining across coifed heads of hair and through glittering shoulders to search for her group.
The scowl in her heart must have bled through to her expression. The man next to her noticed it anyway.
He was at least ten years older than her, but attractive anyway. Not as pretty as the bartender though. She kept her wits about her this time, and followed his gaze toward the stage.
He was friends with the band? A pianist and vocalist were performing, and it sounded like a Methos cover.
"A loneliness worth the sacrifice then because they are much better than the techno before."
The bartender returned, gently placing a glistening martini glass before her and flashing a sexy smile.
Danika squealed at its appearance. The blue was glowing within, casting the glassware with eerie crystal shards of light.
"This must have a splash of quinine in it! It absorbs ultraviolet light, which excites it's electrons to a higher state and upon their descent back to steady state, they emit a photon that we perceive as fluorescence. There must be some black lights above us!"
She exclaimed and lifted the rim to her lips. A jablonski diagram filled her mind's eye as she sampled the cocktail, anticipating bitterness. It was like drinking liquid heaven. Galaxy was an apt name for the cocktail.
Her neighbor at the bar had wine. It seemed so ordinary in a place like Manifesto.
She lifted her glass anyway. "Cheers! I'm celebrating!"