Matched to the devil

JANICE downed the Scotch with her in one gulp. She hissed, and her eyes brimmed with tears as the liquid burnt her throat. 

“Another one, please." She mumbled, shoving the now empty glass towards the bartender.

He eyed her warily as she set the glass in front of him yet again with another dollar bill. This would be her third order this evening if he filled the cup. 

He wondered what would have made a young pretty girl like her result in drinking away her pains. He could see she was depressed the instant she had strolled through the door and stalked to where he was. He sensed her feelings even before she had dropped the first bill on the counter. 

Also, he couldn't ignore the other eyes burning through him from across the room. The bartender zeroed his gaze on the man not very far from him. He noticed his aloof grey eyes fixated on the girl who was now slightly drunk. 

He didn't blame the man for staring at her since she was so gorgeous, even in her drunken state. Even him, he couldn't resist her charm.

“My drink!" Janice snapped whilst scowling at the bartender who seemed to be lost in thought.

Her visions dimmed and she blinked away the haziness at the back of her eyes as she took in his feature. 

She noticed how scrawny he was, and his coffee-brown eyes stared back at her as if he was deciding on what to do with the cup she had shoved towards him.

She rolled her eyes as he grimaced.

His brown hands went to scratch the back of his head before he went back to filling the cups in front of him.

She noticed his hands trembling, and he jerked, spilling some of the content in a glass cup beside him on the counter. 

He gripped the bottle of scotch and poured, then hesitated whilst gripping the glass in his brown hands. 

Janice lifted her winter blue eyes to his brown ones. She cocked a slender brow as she saw him furrowed his brows. 

“I'm not drunk," She stated. The moment it slipped out of her mouth, she knew it wasn't true. 

Though she could sense whatever was happening in the pub, she was slightly intoxicated from taking two glasses. She knew she was a lightweight and shouldn't be taking a drink as hard as that.

“Just give me the damned, alcohol!" Janice gritted her teeth. 

“No. You may injure yourself and I wouldn't want to be the person behind it. You should go sort whatever is bothering you out. Two is enough and no more." The bartender retorted.

He tossed the content he had poured in the shot cup in a trash can beside the counter and handed her back her money. 

Janice hissed, then staggered away from the barstool whilst grumbling. “People can't just mind their damn business!"

She stumbled as she didn't notice an empty can that was lying on the floor. Her hands flapped in the air, and she shut her eyes tight so as not to feel the impact when she eventually landed on the floor.