“I’m never drinking again,” she would always say in the light of the day as she slipped away.
Sure enough, though he could always find her kissing a tall dark and handsome by the neon light.
He could not help but ask, “Why do you behave this way?”
To which she replied as the music thumped and her jean clad hips swayed. “Demons don’t dance in the day. They keep out of sight until the darkness of night, and only one thing keeps them at bay.” She held up her beer, its metallic label reflected the dim light of the bar.
He couldn’t help but shake his head, “don’t you wish to change your ways?”
“Without my demons I would not be me, to be free of them is to accept insanity.” Her smile was brief before she took a long drink.
He smiled as he sat down resting his suit jacket on the bar, “you truly are addicted.” He said while signaling for a beer.
“I know I am, but do you? What I want to know, is why you are here again? This isn’t your side of town.”
He watched as her brow raised as he frowned. “Guess I just need something to chase the memories away until the day…”
“Then you have come to right place, or so they say…” she smiled and placed her hand on his, rubbing the familiar pale band of skin on his finger.