LOVE IS WAR (1)
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, Flick/Markus Loew
Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy
Summary: midday in the bar.
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
Love Is War (1)
- Scotch would be more like it.
- Isn’t it too early in the day to drink it?
- Am I not too old to be asked such questions?
- Point taken, - the girl laughs out loud and puts a glass on the counter. – Single?
- Could as well make it a double. Save yourself time.
She shrugs and smiles pleasantly, turning away to another customer. He takes a sip, than another, and the glass is empty before he knows it.
- One more, - he taps his finger on the wood absently.
- Scotch again?
- Sure, - his reply is a bit cold, laced with acid, clearly showing what he thinks of unnecessary questions.
The girl looks startled. Stares at him for a second. She didn’t expect an anger from him, that’s pretty clear. But she has enough sense not to add anything more.
A male bartender steps in. Tall, with broad shoulders, he could have passed for the security in charge here, if it wasn’t for the uniform he wears – red, green and white.
- Your drink, - the man says and puts another glass before him.
As the bartender, he’s used to different types of customers and is well prepared to deal with them. Even handle them, if need be.
This one before him – a nondescript man of age about forty, blond hair, blue eyes, not a remarkable appearance in any way – except for maybe these eyes. They are cold. Not cold in the way of “angry” or “upset”, but just like that – not warm. He’s seen enough of such people too. They come by and get drunk because of whatever it is that is troubling them. And they pay, which is the point here.
This blond guy is swirling the glass in his hand, looking at the brown liquid.
- Have you ever been in love?
The bartender doesn’t even flinch. It’s a standard opener, the one he’s heard a couple of thousand times. Here’ll be the lengthy conversation and another amusing story. Goes with the job description. He should start the blog to write about all these things he has to listen to at work.
And as long as they talk, they drink. And it means that they pay.
- Well, a couple of times… - Answers he noncommittally.
And suddenly these cold blue eyes are on him, and the man is leaning forward with the intensity that surprises him.
- And? How does it feel? Being in love I mean.
Surprise and more surprise. This guy turns out to be more fun than it looked at first sight.
- Hmm… Well… It depends, I guess. On the one you’re in love with, I mean. On your mood also, and other stuff. – His answer is still neutral. He’s not the one who’ll be doing the talking here.
- Depends? – The man laughs, and it’s not a pleasant laugh. – Good answer… - He glares at his empty glass. – One more.
The bartender takes the bottle from the shelf and pours more alcohol.
- Want something to eat? To go with this.
- Why should I? – The guy winces. – And besides, I’m waiting for someone.
And indeed he’s looking around as if to check.
‘Then you shouldn’t be getting drunk right now’, that’s what the bartender thinks to himself but doesn’t say. It’s none of his business anyway, and the man in front of him is supposed to know better.
- Ah, and here he is, - the man puts the money on the counter and stands up. He doesn’t sway when he walks, so even if scotch has gotten to his head already, it doesn’t show.
The bartender shakes his head and starts drying glasses with a towel.
The sunlight from the window blinds him, so he’s making his way to the place where the one he was waiting for is sitting just by memory. But it’s not a problem.
He puts his hand on man’s shoulder.
- Great to meet you here, Markus. Nice day.
He feels the man flinch, startled, and then nod.
- Hello, Hansi.