Fantina of the Opera

Not at My Bar

Its been a year since the surgery, and Mizura was now 9 months pregnant. Also, yesterday was Mizuras 30th birthday. John had to work, so they decided to celebrate today.

Mizura had chosen a, bar? Thats a little strange. However, she did promise John that she wouldn't drink. But, its Mizura. Hopefully, she could live up to her promise.

They had arrived at the bar at around 10:00 PM. John, still didn't approve, but all of their friends were gonna show up. They would've invited Nataliah, but someone had to watch the kids. That, and she hated public bars. She told the two that too many drunk guys have hit on her. She had to get an abortion once cause somebody got a little touchy. So yeah, Nataliah hates bars.

Once John and Mizura had arrived, there friends greeted them spontaneously. Mizura was gladly surprised that everyone had planned all of this. Luckily, this bar had some great food.

Everyone sat down at the bar. They began to order food and drinks. The entire bill was offered to be taken care of, by Katia.

"Thank you so much Katia."

"Relax Mizura, its your birthday. My treat."

Mizura decided to order a cheeseburger, curly fries, and a large chocolate milkshakes. Everyone got a form of drink, except for her. She was sticking to her promise. Even though she was really craving a sex on the beach.

Eventually, people went out onto the dance floor. John and Mizura danced their hearts out. Even if they were pretty bad at it.

They soon had to sit down for a minute to take a break.

"Mizura! Having a good time?"

"Of course babe. Thanks for setting it up."

"No problem."

This lead them into a long kiss. Anyone who saw was applauding. This couple obviously had heart, and was meant to be together.

"I'm gonna go use the restroom. I'll be right back."

"I'll be waiting."

Thats when the unthinkable happened. This guy came up to Mizura and sat right next to her.

He was at best 5 foot 8 inches. He had breath that reeked of alcohol, and clothes that were torn. His hair was messy, and his teeth were pure yellow. He looked like a regular to the bar, which was a "great" sign for Mizura. He was most likely drunk. God wondered how he could stand.

He put his hand on Mizura's stomach. Then, he said, "Ay, yo. Who did you?"

"Get your nasty ass hand of my stomach before I whip you into shape."

"Oh ho. We got a tough gal over here."

"So what. What the fuck you gonna do about it."

"You don't mess with the great Amman."

"The great Amman needs to take a shower."

"Oh sweet thang. Why don't you take one with me."

"I wouldn't if it was the last shower on earth."

"So you saying its possible."

"Fuck off."

"I don't think so."

Amman grabbed Mizura, and pulled her towards him. Then, he grabbed her wrist, and began to pull her outside.

"Help me!" She called out.

Luckily John was coming, prepared to fend off his wife.

"Get your hands off her!"

"What you gonna do about it, bunny."

"Guys, this isn't a good time."

"Mizura, its fine."

"No, look."

Of course her water broke. It was just her luck. Luckily this time, it saved her, and her baby.

Amman let go, and allowed John to drive Mizura to the hospital. Thank god he wasn't drunk!

P.S. Amman asked to be in the story. If you go to my school, then you know who Im talking about.