Bartender

There are girls who spend way too many years behind a bar. They were once beautiful and sought after, now they are desperate and sad. They have an aroma of dashed dreams, stale beer and acrid cigarette smoke. Their outfits give the appearance of being carefully selected by a blind mute with no sense of direction and their costume jewelery looked good on Ally Sheedy 20 years ago. At closing time you'll see them obviously flirting with whatever soon to be not lowly dreck that was sad enough to make it all the way to closing time. She'll pretend he's who she wishes he was and swallow her pride and his wad and dream this is not her life. What she tries to ignore is the aching in the back of her mind that futilely tries to remind her that she was meant for so much more. The obstacles of fun times and her father's curious drunken hands diverted her path. Now she has more than lived up up to their expectations and fallen well short of what she was meant to be. Life will be hard and sad for her as she tries to push the ever heavier days by. She will spend all her remaining sunsets behind the bar pretending and the unseen sunrises with the latest hole filler trying to convince herself that this is how it is supposed to be.