Lost and Found– Part 18 (prose)

Despite the dreary, November skies, the town was bustling full of people. It was no wonder, as it was the weekend. Even the tavern was nearly packed to the brim with family, friends, and co-workers enjoying the time off from work and school. The girls still managed to find a table at the back of the tavern, ordering their late breakfast for the day.

“Three beers, please!” Hannah announced, holding up three fingers to the server. The server nodded and whisked away with their order.

“Are you sure you want beer at this time of day?” Lydia asked tentatively. She enjoyed beer, but she didn’t want to spend too much on food and drinks, since they still needed to get groceries in town.

“Ah c’mon. Live a little!” Hannah waved a hand carelessly. “Look, if it concerns you, we’ll just get one drink here, and then more at the market for home. Deal?”

Lydia shrugged, but agreed.

Their drinks arrived, along with omelets they’d ordered.

“Cheers!” Hannah held out her pint with a flourish. The three clinked glasses before taking a sip. Lydia felt the bubbly sensation slide down her throat, and the warm buzz immediately kicked in. Suddenly feeling ravenous, she dug into her omelet, savoring the creamy eggs and biting peppers in the process.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Jasmine asked as she was on her last bite. Lydia nodded, placing the last bit of omelet in her mouth. The servant girl was just halfway done with hers, although her pint was down to the last drop. Lydia could see that Jasmine’s face was slightly flushed, perhaps from the beer itself. Whether or not that was the case, she found it really cute.

“Yeah, I was. Hungry for something else, though…” Lydia teased. Jasmine looked away, embarrassed. Lydia didn’t know what had possessed her to say that—perhaps she was feeling the effects of the beer, too.

Hannah, however, seemed to be impervious, as she ordered another pint for herself once she finished her omelet.

“Hannah–,” Lydia started to say. Her cousin held her hand up to stop her.

“Yes, Lyddie. I know…this is the last one, I swear…”

“All right…,” she shrugged, but wasn’t too pleased about it. Even if a pint wasn’t that expensive, it was still their earnings she was spending.

“Don’t worry about her,” the servant girl chirped. She took Lydia’s hand gently under the table, causing her to flinch slightly. “She knows her limits.”

“I hope so,” she mumbled, as Hannah, who’d received her second pint and had already downed half of it, started chatting up the server, flirting indiscreetly with him.

Jasmine giggled at the exchange, while Lydia frowned, slightly annoyed at her cousin for making them stand out in the tavern, busy as it was. Several of the tables nearby regarded them curiously for a moment before returning to their meals.

“Hannah, hey–,” Lydia placed a firm hand on her shoulder. “We need to go.” She and Jasmine started to get up from their seats.

“One minute, Lyddie. I need to get his contact for the date we’re going on next weekend…” she giggled, the beer already getting to her head. The server, looking rather uncomfortable, nevertheless helped Lydia get Hannah on her feet and over to the cash register to pay for their meals.

Lydia had to wrestle Hannah’s purse from her grasp to get their money to pay for their meal. The cash register girl shot her a sympathetic smile at her cousin’s inebriated state as Lydia, flushing a bit from the attention that her cousin was drawing to themselves, paid the bill.

Jasmine reached for her purse to pay for her meal, but Lydia stopped her.

“I already got your meal, so don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? I could pay for your groceries…”

“No, no. It’s okay. Treat’s on me and Hannah.”

“Damn straight, it is!” Hannah cried out, as Lydia hastily pulled her out of the tavern with Jasmine trailing behind them before they were made the center of attention even more.

Irritated, Lydia stomped over to the markets while keeping a firm grip on Hannah.

“Please, Hannah. Get yourself together,” she told her as they skimmed the aisle for eggs and other produce.

Hannah giggled, still out of it.

“I’ll get myself together if you and Jasmine get together,” she slurred. Lydia shushed her alarmingly, but Jasmine, who was walking right next to them, had heard it. The servant girl grinned, amused, causing Lydia to blush furiously.

Knowing that she couldn’t win with her drunken cousin, she sighed exasperatedly.

“Okay, Hannah. Jasmine and I will be together.”

Her cousin laughed, delighted, and fortunately calmed down after that. Lydia purchased two dozen eggs, some spinach and tomatoes, and some more beer (after Hannah started getting riled up again, insisting on bringing it back to the house) before the three headed back home.

…to be continued…


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