Noir: Things Left Unsaid
Tommy was wiping glasses when I entered Gunn’s. He looked up as I plopped myself down at the bar. I set my hat on the seat next to me.
“Hi, Nick,” he said.
“How you doin’, Tommy?”
“Can’t complain. What can I get you, as if I didn’t know?”
Tommy poured me a shot of bottom shelf rotgut. I picked up the shot-glass and tipped it back.
I was torn. As much as I wanted to see her, I would have paid money I didn’t have to never lay eyes on her again.
Tommy’s eyebrows arched.
“Something up, Nick?”
I picked up the refilled shot-glass and tipped it back.
“Yeah. Maryanne wants to see me tonight.”
“Maryanne… Is she the one that…?”
I tapped the shot-glass on the bar. “Another, Tommy.”
“How many have you had today?”
“Not enough. Pour.”
He refilled the glass.
“You gonna see her?”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Nick.”
I tipped the whiskey back.
I picked up my hat and walked out into the rain.