Most people would think that bars were empty at 2:00 a.m.Any normal person would be asleep at this time, letting the worries of the day melt into their dreams. However, 2:00 a.m.is the time of the partiers, the dreamers, and the lonely. In one small bar in the middle of nowhere, a young girl sat at a booth, a guitar leaned up against her seat, and a frown on her face. Her name was Lienne Esselo, and although this didn't usually hang out in bars, this was her last chance at getting a gig. As a young, amateur musician, gigs were very scarce. People didn't want to hire an underage girl in bars, and there were better musicians who were hired to play in restaurants and other, better gigs. The Scarlet Temptress was the only bar that allowed her to sing, as long as she didn't have any alcohol. It wasn't the best gig, but it was all she had.
"Well, well, look what we have here." Lienne turned her head to find an older man, maybe in his late 20s, with dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a sneer, leaning over her. She could smell the pungent scent of alcohol on his breath as he got uncomfortably close.
"Would you like to see some magic, little lady?" His words blew another puff of alcohol breath in her face, causing her eyes to water a bit.
"W-What kind of m-magic is that?"
"Alcohol." He started laughing manically, as if he had told the funniest joke he'd ever heard. Lienne was starting to get really uncomfortable, not wanting to be around this drunk man anymore.
"If you don't mind, I think I'm going to - " Lienne tried to get out of the booth, but the man simply pushed her back in, having an advantage of strength over her.
"Oh, no, no, no. You're not going anywhere. I've been very bored, and I need something to...play with." He grabbed the front of her dress, and leaned in real close, to the point of being only an inch from her face.
"Please leave me alone." Lienne's voice was now barley a whisper, she was so afraid. She knew that if she couldn't stand against him. She would never win. She was too afraid to even try.
"Trust me, you're not going anywhere." A tap on the man's shoulder caused him to turn around, and he came face to face with a hooded figure. This figure had been watching from the shadows, and when things had gotten out of hand, it was time to intervene.
"She said leave her alone."
"Oh yeah, and who are you to tell me what to do?" The figure removed the hood to reveal a beautiful women, with curly blonde hair and striking blue eyes. The man was taken aback by her beauty, for just a second, but then his sneer returned to his face, and he let out this horrid cackle.
"What are you going to do, hit me? Oooh, I'm so scared." That's exactly what she did. Right square in the nose. When her fist connected with his face, he stumbled a bit before falling on his back, blood spewing from his nose. All eyes were on these two, in the middle of the bar. The women looked around at everybody, and a confident smile appeared on her face.
"Does anyone else want a piece of this? I have plenty to go around." Everybody simply turned back to what they were doing before, and the bar was filled with laughter and noise once again. The women took a seat at the bar, and ordered a beer. Back in the booth, Lienne couldn't stop staring at this women. She did what Lienne could never do; She stood up to her bully. What she did next might have been inspired by her actions, or maybe it was a temporary lapse in judgement, but it definitely wasn't like her. Lienne got up from her booth, and walked up to this strange women.
"Excuse me?" The women turned her head, and gave the young girl a smile.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to thank you for what you did back there."
Lienne sat down next to her, and she turned in her chair so that she was facing her.
"Anytime. Against my better judgement, I can't just sit idly by and watch some being a big d-" She realized who she was talking to, and decided to try and put a filter on her mouth.
"Well, maybe he wasn't really a jerk. Maybe he had a really hard day, and he just had a little bit too much to drink." The women let out a little chuckle, and took a swig of the beer in front of her.
"What, did I say something funny?"
"No, it's just that you're such a kind, innocent girl who tries to see the best in people. What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
"It's a long story."
"Well, I've got all night." So, Lienne spilled her heart out to this beautiful stranger. She stared at the first day she decided to become a musician, and led up to the present moment. She must have been talking for hours, but the women just sat there, listening intently, taking a sip from her beer every once in a while. Once she finished, Lienne stared down at her hands, embarrassed about how much she just spilled.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bore you."
"Don't apologize. It was really interesting to hear your backstory. We meet thousands of people in our lifetime, but we hardly ever take the time to just sit down and really get to know them. Just taking a few hours to learn about their past can really change your perspective on someone." Lienne was mesmerized by her words, and the confidence with which she said them. It was what she wanted to be; confident. The stool creaked, snapping Lienne out of her daydream. The women lifted herself off of the stool, and started heading out.
"Wait! I never got your name." She stopped, and turned back around, her blonde hair swinging with her.
"Skylar. Skylar Larkin. And you?"
"Lienne. Lienne Esselo."
"Well, Lienne, I hope you have a good rest of your life."
"Will I ever see you again?"
"Probably not, but I'm glad I met you." Skylar was right. Lienne never saw her again, but her words were something that she would never forget.