Bad Ideas

11

Chapter 11

Scott

Wednesday night

Cyn going missing and almost burning a barn down was enough to make me crazy. Add in the fact that my ex was in town and I was ready to pull my hair out. I poured three beers for 3 out of towners and set them on the bar. The place was busy for a Wednesday night adding to my frustrations with life.

"Here you go, boys." I winked at the one in the middle who was looking me in the eye. He had blue eyes that were sort of digging into my subconscious. He smiled brightly revealing a cute smile. He blushed a little, taking his beer back to his table.

I wished he was flirty. I wished half the men in here were flirty. I hadn't fucked in so long it was hard to feel like a hot gay man. In this town I only felt like that when I was around Kam and Stan and even then I was the odd man out. Well, and when I hung out with Manny. But he was mad at me at the moment.

When the bar was closed and I was finally done mopping with the help of Elizabeth a worker, I closed the doors and went outside for a smoke. My apartment was on top of the restaurant, from here I'd just walk around to the back and climb the back stairs. To my surprise the guy from earlier was standing beside a black mustang smoking a cigarette on the street in front of the bar. He smiled at me from across the way, I smiled back walking the few hundred feet to talk to him.

"Hi." I said, blowing some smoke out.

"Hello, there barkeep."

I chuckled at him. "Scott Walsh." I held out my hand for him to shake.

He took it in his. "Dean Blackwell."

"Nice to meet you, Dean."

For a few minutes we talked about nothing. He seemed like a nice enough guy to me. Clean shaven. Smelled nice. Looked cuter than anyone else who came into the bar lately.

"I'm staying at the inn. Want to come over?" He finally asked.

"Sounds good." I answered.

"Get in, barman."

I chuckled while getting into the passenger seat. His car smelled like lemon air freshener. Probably to cover up the cigarette smell in the rental. Cool, he really was just traveling through. Good to know.

***

The inn in this town was old and run down. Each room had a different theme. His room was western themed with pictures of cowboys on the wall. Ropes and horse shoes were lined on one wall and on the other a TV with a cowhide leather chair.

"Nice digs." I teased taking off my coat.

He chuckled. "It was the cheapest place to stay. It was either this or the trailer park."

"Yeah, I'd stay here before renting one of those fifth wheels from Ray. I don't think I've ever seen anyone clean them."

I was rambling because I was nervous. He handed me an opened modelo beer and said, "Drink it fast."

In two drinks the 12 oz dark beer was swimming around in my stomach. It was weird though. I felt drunk after a few minutes which didn't make sense. I was a bartender who could drink any of my customers under the table.

"You....you put something in that beer." I whined, sitting on the couch. He sat down next to me, pulling me into his lap. He pushed my hair out of my eyes, smiling with a wicked grin I found gross.

"I definitely did." He whispered, leaning in to kiss me.

For a second it felt nice. Then panic set in. I was a 32 year old man afraid like a child would be. The booze and drugs he gave me made everything heightened. Sure I was hard and fucking horny. But the fear was overriding everything else.