The UnAmericam Girl (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: a little bit of background

*Flight 89 is now boarding, flight 89 is now boarding* Announced the over head voice.

"I guess this is it," said Charlotte. Her face distraught as her insides began to cry.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon," responded Ben. Sorrow plastered across his face, her hands in his.

*Last call for flight 89* boomed the over head voice.

"I better go before they sell my seat to some last minute passenger trying to bump up in time," Ben said trying to lighten the mood so Charlotte wouldn't cry. He begun to walk away as she held her head down, blocking her eyes from his view.

"Okay just Don't forget me," insisted Char. But he was already gone.

Two months later...

Charlotte walks into the bar Napoli already half concuctured, and still ready to get soiled. Her eyes have a clouded haze over them. The bar is loaded with a bundle of ripped waiters, clad in basic black uniforms. As she walked over to the bar she spotted a gorgeous guy, standing out in a red muscle tee. He has this intense look in his bright blue eyes, that at the same time is kind of welcoming, and a major turn on. All you can think is 'Damn.'

"What can I get you for you?" Asked the hottie standing behind the bar.

"Vodka on the rocks."

"Ooo, tough day?"

"More like tough week, a whole bunch of drama is starting to rise. But I don't want to bore you."

"Well look, if i'm gonna pry into your personal life, you should atleast know my name. Let me start, I'm sam."

"Nice to meet you Sam. I'm Charlotte, but my friends call me Char."

"The pleasure is mine, Char. So what's the trouble?"

"Boyfriend's been gone two months without any word since. He's probally cheating on me, but I'm not suprised. We were going down hill anyway," She breathe-spoke her words out.

"Harsh, well I know what can get that off your mind."

"What, three more of these, and a sledge hammer?" She said sarcastically holding up a empty glass that once held a shot of Scotch.

"No. You giving me your number, and allowing me the honor of going out with you."

"Cheesey much, or is it the job that's a cliché..." She replied with sweetly sexy smile on her face.

"Um, a little bit of both. So, just let me know when you're ready, and we can go," He stated with enthusiasm.

"Where are we going?"

"On our date, we need something to kick-start this relationship."

"Okay then, let's go."

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"Where are we?" Char wondered as she surveyed her surroundings. It was an out if the way restaurant with only a few chairs , vintage wall paper, and tables all different shapes & colors. There was a door leading to a room bleeding light& the smell of alcohol.

"A little hole-in-the-wall my buddy runs." He replied with a light hint of a joke.

"He owns this... Colorfully unique place?" She wondered with a little sarcasm on the last part

"No, he runs the tap."

"Wow, connections in the bar tending union."

"Damn right, come on." Sam said with a smirkish grin leading her through the doorway. The back had a giant stage with a glint a glitter and scuff marks on it. A live band, playing music that you would hear in Louisiana, sat off to the side. And to the left of the door was a bar with a tall blonde staring with a smile.