2 february 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2635: pour me anotherâ–¶@daily.prompt/2-february-2025-mariannewests-freewrite-writing-prompt-day-2635-pour-me-another
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Pour Me Another
Laughter and murmurs mingled in the bar, while the cold raged outside, leaving the street practically deserted. However, the laughter and conversations were not for me; I could only focus on the clinking of the ice against the walls of the glass. "Pour me another," I said to the bartender, pointing to my nearly finished drink. The night was young, and my mind and heart escaped to the bottom of each drink.
As the glass was being filled, I turned my head in all directions, looking at the faces of the people present, perhaps waiting for someone I knew would not arrive. A couple laughed in complicity in the corner of the bar while whispering secrets into each other's ears. On the other side, a group of friends played cards, amid jokes and silly bets that livened up the atmosphere. At the bar, a few meters away from me, a solitary man looked at me. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was nothing more than my reflection in the mirror behind the bar; I could barely recognize myself.
The bartender finished filling my glass and passed it to me with a smile. "Thank you," I murmured, raising the glass in a solitary toast. I drank slowly, feeling the warmth of the liquor spread through my body. At that moment, everything seemed possible, and the weight of the day faded with each sip. But as the glass emptied again, reality settled back like a heavy weight. "Bartender, pour me another," I said, knowing that the night still had much to offer and that perhaps, in some forgotten corner of the bar, I would find the answer I was looking for.
SĂrvelo de Nuevo
Las risas y murmullos se mezclaban en el bar, mientras el frĂo asolaba las afueras, dejando la calle prácticamente desolada. Sin embargo, las risas y las conversaciones no eran para mĂ; solo podĂa concentrarme en el tintineo del hielo contra las paredes del vaso. "SĂrvelo de nuevo," le dije al camarero, señalando mi bebida casi acabada por completo. La noche era joven, y mi mente y corazĂłn se escapaban en el fondo de cada trago.
Mientras el vaso era llenado, girĂ© la cabeza en todas direcciones, mirando las caras de los presentes, quizá esperando a alguien que sabĂa que no llegarĂa. Una pareja reĂa en complicidad en la esquina del bar mientras se susurraban secretos al oĂdo. Al otro lado, un grupo de amigos jugaba cartas, entre bromas y apuestas tontas que animaban el ambiente. En la barra, a unos metros de mĂ, un hombre solitario me miraba. TardĂ© unos segundos en darme cuenta de que no era más que mi reflejo en el espejo detrás de la barra; apenas podĂa reconocerme.
El camarero terminĂł de llenar mi vaso y me lo pasĂł con una sonrisa. "Gracias," murmurĂ©, levantando el vaso en un brindis solitario. BebĂ lentamente, sintiendo el calor del licor extenderse por mi cuerpo. En ese momento, todo parecĂa posible, y el peso del dĂa se desvanecĂa con cada sorbo. Pero a medida que el vaso se vaciaba de nuevo, la realidad volvĂa a asentarse como un peso pesado. "Camarero, ponme otra," dije, sabiendo que la noche aĂşn tenĂa mucho por ofrecer, y que tal vez, en algĂşn rincĂłn olvidado del bar, encontrarĂa la respuesta que buscaba.
