I just wrote this scene new, because my other scenes didn't really seem to fit the bill, and I'm not totally happy with how this one came out either, but at least it involves St. Patrick's Day and a bar and alcohol and relationships! I wish I'd had the space to get Adam a bit drunker, all the same.
Adam should have known better than to go to the bar on today of all days. St. Patrick's Day. He elbowed his way through the men and women packed in the pub to the bar and when shouting didn't work, placed his order directly into the bartender's mind instead. It was only cheating a little bit, and it wasn't as if Eve were around to notice, nor would the man himself know the difference in the uproar.The barman is supposed to be Lugh, something of an Irish god who may or may not be associated with Trickery, but I didn't have the time to develop him the way I'd like to. It seemed fitting that Sif would have taken up with him though. Maybe I'll explore him and their relationship a bit more in the future. I haven't really done much with the Celtic/Irish/Welsh gods, and know very very little about any of them, but I don't feel like I can neglect them!
He clenched his teeth and tried to keep his hands from balling into fists. The last thing he needed was a temptation to start throwing punches. Getting himself knocked out would hardly be anything Eve could miss, even from America, and God forbid she be half-balanced on a ladder in that thrice-damned shop of her parents if he lost consciousness and hers went with it. Thor would have a field day punishing him for the resultant injuries.
A glass of whiskey slid down the smooth wood into his hand, and he dropped several large bills onto the bar, tapping the counter with an implicit "keep them coming" gesture, before knocking back the alcohol. He hadn't had nearly enough to drink on the plane, and St. Patrick's day or not, he was determined to get himself plastered enough that he wouldn't care that the woman he took to bed with him wasn't Eve. At least there would be a wide selection to choose from.
He grimaced at the burn in the back of his throat. St. Patrick's day always meant cheaper liquor. Everyone was too drunk to notice the difference, and bars made a killing by taking advantage of it.
The money disappeared from the counter and a bottle replaced it with a dull thunk. The bartender had bright red hair, and narrow green eyes. Adam glared at him when he smirked. "You'll like that one," the man said. "Hardest I've got, and well worth the money spent."
Irish, by the sound of him, or else pretending to be to capitalize on his tips. If he was pretending, he did a damn good job of it. Adam filled his glass and drank it down. The burn was much more pleasant, smooth and clean. "Better than the swill you just served me."
The barman grinned and jerked his head to the right. "The woman there said you were a man of distinguished taste and loaded with money enough to afford it."
Adam glanced over his shoulder, then turned and stared. She looked just like Eve. He checked the proof on the bottle, but he knew he hadn't had enough to drink to hallucinate. Not yet. The woman met his eyes and smiled, and all resemblance to Eve vanished in the curve of her mouth and a flash of gold in her eyes. It had to be some trick of the gods. Had they sent someone to Eve, too? Someone who resembled him just enough to make her look twice?
He poured another glass and slugged it down. The gods could keep their look-a-likes. He wasn't going to accept substitutes, or if he did, he wanted them to remind him as little of what he'd lost as possible. "Tell her thanks, but I'm not interested in any consolation prizes. She's better off going home with you."
The barman laughed. "I tell her that often enough. Sometimes she even listens, but you--" He shrugged. "You're exactly what she's been waiting for."
Adam shook his head. "She'll get sick of waiting and crawl back in bed with you, I'm sure."
"She surely will." He grinned and refilled the glass. "But not 'til she's finished in yours."
A hand covered his, manicured nails and soft skin. Even her fingers were shaped like Eve's. He swallowed the whiskey and kept his eyes on the bottle. "You don't even realize you're a pawn, do you? We're all just amusement for some higher power, hoping to see how twisted he can make us before we break."
"We're not all so cruel, Adam," she said.
He looked up at his name, his stomach lurching at the sound of it.
Her dark hair rippled and became gold, her eyes changing from green to the amber of honey. "Some of us just want to offer what comfort we can give. And perhaps something more. Satisfaction for the pain you've suffered by godly hands."
He blinked at the golden glow that seemed to blur his vision. She was certainly beautiful, and now that she no longer held Eve's form, nothing at all like her. "Do I know your name, goddess?"
She smiled and leaned closer, her hand stroking his arm and her breath tickling against his ear. She smelled like honey, too. Or maybe like mead. Whatever it was, he wanted it, though part of him knew it was because she meant him to.
"You can call me Sif," she said.
Sif. He should know that name, but at the moment he couldn't bring it to mind. Somewhere in the distance, masked by the dull roar of the other patrons, Adam heard the barman chuckle, and then the room flooded with gold and he heard nothing more.
Anyway. A bit more serious than I had meant it to be, but there you have it. My Drunk At First Sight contribution! Have a happy St. Patrick's Day!
Ha! I knew it was Sif! This is a fun one- does it actually fit into the trilogy or was it just for fun?ReplyDelete
I love the way you weave mythology into a contemporary tale, so intriguing. She smelled like honey, maybe mead--that's great!ReplyDelete
Stephanie: It does fit! This is kind of an expansion of a scene already in existence. kind of.ReplyDelete
Tricia: Thanks!! The weaving is my favorite part!
You always amaze me.ReplyDelete
I am blushing :) Thanks!ReplyDelete
I'm with Tricia - love the weaving of mythology into contemporary. I also loved the Adam/Eve reference. The one question: are Adam/Eve 'the' Adam/Eve perhaps cursed for eternity to live out their lives apart from each other and yet connected on some deep level that should one of them fall unconscious, so would the other? If not, that's the sense I got from the story.ReplyDelete
Scott: Thanks! It is in fact THE Adam and Eve, and your impressions are not incorrect at all! It's always good to know that I'm communicating what I think I am to my readers! :)ReplyDelete
Well, I'll be! An interesting sort of tale, populated by mythological figures. I like those. The St. Patty's day/whiskey angle makes it all the more compelling. Well done.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Postman! Glad that you enjoyed it!ReplyDelete
Me likes! Definitely different from anything I've read lately. I envy your descriptive eye.ReplyDelete
DL: Thanks! I always worry about my description, so I really appreciate that.ReplyDelete
Wow, this is terrific! I have to echo Tricia's sentiments about weaving the two together. And excellent job.ReplyDelete
Love the Adam/Eve concept!
Thanks Tara! I'm glad that you enjoyed it!ReplyDelete
Very cool melding of myth with the blogfest. Seamless and really interesting. Well done.ReplyDelete
Amalia--Great! I loved the wry subtext and the the way Adam approaches the whole dilemma. It seemed very real to me.ReplyDelete
Somehow, in all the excitement, I never followed you, but that has been corrected now. Thanks for this great addition to the blogfest and Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Jon Paul: Thanks! This fest was quite a bit of fun! And you can be sure that you've made my list of blogs to follow as well :)ReplyDelete
Fun! Yay for newness! Although I was *so sure* I was going to see a certain scene concerning a certain god and a goddess of wisdom...ReplyDelete
haha! I didn't even think of that one, Sarah! But I'm glad I didn't use it-- that'd be giving too much away maybe :PReplyDelete
I liked the ending especially. :)ReplyDelete
Yay! you read it! :) I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jesse!ReplyDelete
I like that you introduced his psychic abilities right away; and then the introduction of the cruelty of the gods. Very well written. I'm looking for more on this story. I'm glad to see it's part of a larger work.ReplyDelete
I'm late but I'm SO happy I didn't miss this!!! About halfway through it struck me how well-written this is, I'd forgotten it wasn't a book! I also wanted to chime in with everyone else and say how I LOVE the way you weaved in the mythology into the everyday. Great scene, so happy I read it! Thanks!ReplyDelete
Thanks Donna. Hopefully the publishing world will feel similarly :)ReplyDelete
Diana, you are too kind! Thanks so much!