Cupid drops the whiskey shot in his beer. The furious bubbles dance like liquid fire. His attention fixed until the show slowly ends.
He lends back in his bar stool. Lighting a cigarette. Then starting at a tablet. Right index finger flips pictures in strobe like fashion.
“Yo, short stuff! Kill the heater! It’s a no smoking place. What the hell’s wrong with YOU! Don’t you got something to work on. Tomorrow’s your big day, right?” Ben the bartender looking for bigger than his six fit frame.
Cupid smashes the cigarette out on the wood bar top. Without looking up replies “Some day, I’m walking in here. There’ll be a robot. It’ll say ‘ hey short stuff’. I’d put an arrow in your ass. .. but I’d feel bad for the dog in the alley!”
“Hey, touching. You used to find people and make magic. You know people really liked you. What did they actually talk to you? Did your magical people skills do you in?” Ben plops down on his elbows trying to catch his attention.
“Look. People used to go out. Malls were great. Now, it’s no weapons allowed! Can’t do my job without them! So I troll online. I’ll start at 3AM. I’ll make up names close to someone else. Send a couple messages between two people. They forget because at 3AM your drunk online. Next day they scramble to find that day person. Simply genius. But the entertainment value, so much better.” Cupid stops to drain the glass.
“That’s really sick! ! You fraud people into love! How could you?” Ben looks a bit angry.
“Ever lie a little to get something pal?!” Cupid stood quickly. “Hey wait! Gold here. ‘Looking for genuine lovely soul’. This week be good. Happy Valentine’s Day!”