Sunset Whiskey

He loved the sunsets. Not that he was a hopeless romantic, he just loved the calming effect of the warm tangerine rays of the sun as it struggled to keep up but still drowned in the forgotten horizon.

He sat there with a small silver bottle that had his favorite whiskey in it or vodka for days that he wanted to knock himself out. There is a cool breeze from the ocean that is as calming as the sunset.

Naked girls running along the shallow ocean water flaunting their curves, he looks at them and his eyes dancing to the rhythm of their boobs! It’s a beach and that is the least obscene scene that you will see.

He is actually stacked in the nothing box but all his other body parts are functional. This is the reason why men can not multi-task for they open one box at a time and they hate mixing the boxes. I am not a psychologist so I can not tell why they do so.

He gets a tap on his shoulder and almost at that moment he snaps back from his box, turns around and a beautiful deep-toned being is all smiles and with a normal pleasantly she starts a conversation but him being him he responds back with a non-committal “I am fine gorgeous” a typical reply that any girl gets.

She sits next to him and without asking she sips his drink and gives a commentary, ” It is a beautiful sunset”. He gets a bit agitated though! “You can’t just invade my space and sip my drink” he shouts loudly in his mind, loud enough that he thinks she heard him but instead he answers “Yes it is a beautiful one”.

“So what are you up to here on the coast?” she continues and takes another sip! Honestly, the lady irks his nerves, and who asks such questions. He wasn’t so good when it came to small talk but he was trying his best to keep up with this. “Well just the usual, a time off to relax and unwind. Routines are creative killers”, he responds and this time picks up his drink just to be safe. Call him selfish but it is what it is.

All this time he had not taken a keen look at the lady to see how flawless her skin was, how the stands for her dark rich curly hair curled up on her head, her collarbone not so distinct but pearls would lay gracefully on it. She was a melanin beauty, a rare type of beauty. She was smart though and read between the lines that this was a laid-back stranger. She stands all smiles and winks at him ” It was nice meeting you whiskey stranger, enjoy your bay watch”. And as she walked away he realized what a jerk he might have been there. But something inside him made him feel it was alright.

He thought to himself, “We all always expect that strangers should always turn into friends, but that’s not really the case. The beach is full of so many people to try to make them all friends”. All he wanted was to just sit there gazing at the enormous fireball being swallowed deep into the ocean as its embers gently touched the sleeping water. He just wanted to sit and sip his whiskey and his mind got stuck in his nothing box.