You sat at the bar, fidgeting with your fingers in anticipation. Your anxiety had gotten the best of you, and you started to worry that he stood you up.That's when you turned your head to see a man walking through the door of the establishment, a nervous smile on his face. "Sorry for being late. Me and my brothers and I had a little altercation." Said Lester. "That's okay. I love what you did with your hair." You said.
"Well, thanks." He said, smiling. "So, do you drink a lot?" You asked Lester. "Meh, I get a few drinks here and there, but not as often as you'd think. What about you?" Lester asked. "Yeah, I don't drink much either." You said.
"Well, I guess a bar isn't the best place to be for our date then, huh?" You chuckled at his words. "So, what do you do for fun?" You asked him. "This is gonna sound weird, but I collect roadkill." He tells you. "Oh! That's sounds very interesting. Are you into taxidermy?" You asked him. "No, not really. But I like to collect animal bones." Said Lester. "Animal bones, huh? What’s the best one you've found?" You asked him.
"I would have to say a deer ribcage. They're pretty big." Said Lester. "That's cool. I like [Name interest]." You told him.
"That's a pretty interesting hobby, too. How long have you been doing it?" Lester asked. "[Insert time]." You told him.
"Do you have any pets?" You asked. "Yes, actually. She's a dog, and her name is Jonesy.I always take her with me when i go looking for roadkill." He answered with a smile on his face. "That's adorable. I love dogs." You said.
"I see we have a few things in common." "Like?" "We both like dogs and have weird hobbies." You laughed at his statement. "I know this is a weird question, but... what kind of guys are you into?" Lester asked.
"Oh? I would have to say little skinny awkward guys 10/10. I think their absolutely adorable." Lester chuckled, blushing as the description fits him. "What kind of girls are you into?" You asked Lester. "Hmm. I don't really have a specific type. Anyone that's not too judgmental. I'm into a lot of weird stuff." Said Lester.
"I feel ya." You said, smiling at him. "Well, we've been up here this long. How about I buy you a drink?" Said Lester. "Oh, I don't really drink much." You told him. "Well, what do you wanna try?" You thought for a minute, pointing at the drink that caught your attention. After a few hours and a few drinks, Lester decided it would be best to get going, as you'd gotten too drunk to function.
"Maybe I should get you home." Said Lester, walking you to his truck. "Lester, I'm fine." You say, tripping over air.
"I'll be damned if I let you wander home in this condition. I'm taking you there, and that's final. Now where do you stay?" You gave him the address.
Lester buckled your seat belt as you leaned your head back. Turning on the car, he dialed his brother's number.
"Hey, Bo?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I just wanted to tell you I'll be home a bit later than usual."
"Ooh," Bo said, laughing a maniacally southern laugh as if suggesting something inappropriate.
"Bo, you're sick. I'm just staying with her for a bit. She's really drunk."
"Oh? Well, then. Be sure to get her some food and a sprite. And put on a movie or somethin'. Nothin' sad, people cry easier when their drunk."
"Okay. I'll call ya later. Bye!"
"Bye!" Bo hung up the phone. "Well, then. You want some McDonald's?" He asked. "That sounds pretty good." You answered.
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