winds of change ~ wolverine

two

"Fuck."

"I know."

"But, fuck!"

"I know!"

Andy held her head in her hands, carefully to keep the lit cigarette away from her blond hair. "I mean, what the fuck even was that?"

I nodded as I sipped my pint, then took a drag of my own cigarette. "It was like some shit out of a fucking movie, wasn't it."

The on-campus bar was packed, which wasn't unusual for a Thursday night, and doubly so considering the spectacle half the college had just witnessed in the last hour. Everyone who'd seen it wanted to talk about it and anyone who hadn't was eager to hear about it.

"And that wall... and that spear! Bailey, you were this fucking close to getting skewered!" She held her hand up, fingers pinched so they were almost touching.

I couldn't help the laugh that came out. My head bowed as I put my almost empty drink down. "Right? The tip of it was literally touching me."

Andy slapped my hand playfully. "It's too early in the night to be talking dirty like that, girl."

I burst out into an even bigger laugh, gripping the table for balance. "Oh god, is it too soon to be making jokes?" I struggled out as I finished up the last of my drink and stubbed out the finished cigarette in the heaped ashtray.

"Not if I have any say about it."

"Naturally," I said with a bright smile. "I'm gonna get another drink, you want one?"

Andy threw her hands up. "Woah! Slow down, I'm still not finished this one you alco."

"Don't call me an alco, you alco!" The cute guy on the bench one over looked up from his conversation with his friends at our shouted words with a smile. He excused himself and followed me to the bar as I waited for the bartender to take my order.

"Hey." He said, speaking a little louder to be heard over the immense noise inside.

"Hi." I smiled back at him. I'd noticed him and thought he was cute when we'd walked in but I'd been too wired to do anything until I had a drink.

He glanced down at my grin with one of his own. "You see what happened earlier on the green?"

My smile dimmed a little, but I didn't pause too long to let him notice. I looked back at the bartender as he approached me expectantly. I gave him my order and spoke to the guy beside me as I paid. "Front row seats, unfortunately." 

"It was so insane! And that jet? My buddy's a military nut, he says he's never seen anything like it."

That piqued my interest, I turned to face him. "Seriously? What did he say?"

He opened his mouth animatedly to reply when a large hand landed on his shoulder. "Get lost bub." Was all I heard before he was easily pushed out of the way and replaced with someone else. He tried to protest, but the newcomer turned around and gave him one look that told him it wasn't worth it.

My eyebrows slammed into my hairline. "That was pretty rude."

"Please, Bailey, he's been staring at your ass every second it's been out of a seat for the last hour." He finally turned to me and I narrowed my eyes at his dark sunglasses, a bit taken aback that he so casually knew my name. He'd been listening to me and Andy's conversation.

"So you've been watching me for an hour?" I scoffed, turning more fully towards him. "What the fuck?" I looked him up and down, wondering if I was actually about to have to fight a man at least two full heads taller than me.