***Note***
I listed this under Erotic Couplings but there is sex between two men and two women. This is just a warning should you not be interested in that. If you're offended by it well I just don't give a shit. Enjoy!
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Sam pulled his last clean shirt out of the pile of laundry on his floor and pulled it on. He was leaving Boulder the next morning and he'd already thrown everything into his old station wagon and was just heading out for a drink before he left.
He hated the heat but it was a job and a year out of college he'd take what he could get. It was blog that would have him traveling the southwest and writing reviews for college grads looking for a place to move. He could appreciate the irony, he had to convince young twentysomethings to move to a part of the country, that he a young twentysomething, hated.
He was put up in a cheap hotel since his lease had run up but his new place in Arizona wasn't ready yet. He typically avoided cheap hotels and the bars attached to them but he didn't really want to chance his car. He didn't trust it to make the end of the block let alone Tucson but he couldn't afford a new car and he didn't want to chance starting it again if he didn't have to.
He walked into the bar and found it as he expected, dimly lit, a few people sitting alone and a bartender who looked overdressed for the part. He walked up to the bar and ordered gin on the rocks. As he went to slide onto a barstool he saw a small piano in the corner.
"You mind?" he asked the bartender.
The man nodded and walked back down the bar to fill a man's whiskey. Sam slid in behind the piano and ran his fingers across the keys. He pressed his fingers down slowly and began to play a slow melody befitting the mood.
Sam drifted off into the music, he had loved the piano since he was little and his mom got him a small keyboard, it helped him unbottle some of his emotions. As he finally emptied his glass he went to make his way back to the bar when a woman came into the bar.
She was stunning, far too pretty to be in a bar like this. She was about 5'5", with short brunette hair that was done up with curls on one side but shaved on the other. She wore a body hugging deep green dress and wore heels the same color. Sam got to the bar as she did and waved the bartender over.
"Let me buy you something?" he said.
"That was quick," she said with a smile, "usually I have to at least bat my eyes first."
"I'm not saying you can't," said Sam, "I just had to talk to you."
"I'm Kara," she said, "and I like rye."
"Rye whiskey neat," said Sam, "and I'll have another gin."
"Gin?" she asked sliding the glass over, "not many people have that straight."
"My grandfather did," said Sam, "my dad drank Gimlets but I hate Vermouth."
"Ah so it's a family thing," she said taking a sip, "so what do you do for a living mystery man?"
"I'm Sam," he said, "I am actually moving to Tucson tomorrow to write a blog about the wonders of living in and around Tucson."
"Just my luck," she said, "A nice man in a bar who is leaving town in the morning, at least I know the dress works."
"It is very pretty," he said, "but only looks that good because it is on someone as beautiful as you."
"And he's a sweet talker," she said draining her glass.
Sam flagged the bartender down again and he refilled her glass.
"The dress is my roommates," she said, "well ex-roommate, bitch slept with my boyfriend, in my bed."
"Jesus," said Sam, "so you're here to forget?"
"I'm here to make new memories," she said, "plus I can't afford to get drunk and I've never met a writer with an overabundance of cash."
"Guilty," said Sam, "can I play you something?"
"A writer and a piano player," said Kara, "did you major in unemployment?"
"For a while there it felt like it," he said.
"Alright I'll listen," said Kara.
Sam went to the piano and played Say Something. He couldn't sing but he loved playing even though he only had an audience of one. As he finished the song Kara came up and took a seat next to him.
"I always wished I could play," she said, "music is so relaxing."
"You don't play an instrument?" he asked keeping his hands on the keys.
"I play the clarinet," she said, "but there's something so elegant about the piano."
"Kiss her," muttered one of the men across the bar.
"Better give your audience what they want," she said biting her red lips.
Sam wasn't going to disappoint his audience, he leaned over and planted a long kiss on Kara.
"Get me out of here," said Kara grabbing his thigh.
"I have a room here," he said.
"No offense," said Kara, "but this place is a dump."
"Agreed," said Sam.
"My place," she said taking his hand and leading him out of the bar as Sam threw a wad of cash on the piano.
Kara led him outside to a Range Rover that was parked out front.
