Finding my angel, facing my demon

Finding my angel

I sat perched at the bar of one of the 'hippest' clubs in town. I couldn't help but find myself bored with the multitude of men that came over offering drinks or more often just whistling or calling out to me. Like that would work, yeah right. There was the occasional women who would come by and offer me a drink or a dance. So after two hours of boredom I got ready to go home to another night of solitude. Whoopee. Just as I hopped down from the bar stool I saw something out of the corner of my eye; two women talking in a rather heated argument. One looked like every other women in town; long fake blonde hair, toned body with fake spray tan, tight skirt leaving nothing to the imagination and a shirt that let her fake tits practically hang out and she wasn't wearing a bra. She was definitely not my type. She was, in my experience at least, a dime a dozen and there wasn't one part of her that was real.

But the woman with her was what captivating. She was a bit shorter than me maybe 5'0" with long black hair and emerald green eyes and she couldn't have been much older than 22 or 23. Her body was perfect in every sense of the word. Long legs that seemed to go on for miles with tightly toned calves and I could only imagine that her thighs were the same since she was wearing a cute skirt that stopped an inch or two above the knee. Her stomach was flat and covered by a modest but attractive green top that made the color of her eyes stand out even more. She didn't have the fake breasts of her friend, but they were nothing to laugh at from my expert judgment I figured a 36C. She was perfect; an angel standing among peasants.

I knew the two fighting women were friends because Barbie (a fake name for the equally fake blonde) was trying to get Hottie to calm down. After looking around for a moment I knew exactly what was happening. Barbie had a guy next to her, who appeared new to the group because of the way he was staring at Hottie. My guess was that Hottie and Barbie had gone to the club together and Barbie wanted to leave with the guy who was eyeing her friend. (GOOD CHOICE BARBIE.) Hottie looked a little afraid and was practically begging her friend not to leave her.

"Sara, you can't leave me here." Hottie said, more nervous than angry. (Of course Barbie's name was Sara, what else could it be. In my experience they only have three names, Sara, Brittany or Ashley.)

You will be fine take this and catch a cab back to your place." Sara said as she thrust a bunch of bills into her friend's hand.

"This is really messed up, Sara. I only came because you begged me to. But whatever if you want to leave go ahead." Hottie tossed the money back to her friend on stormed off to the bar. Closer to me, I almost jumped with joy.

Sara, aka Barbie, didn't waste any time in turning and leaving with Mr. Wandering-Eye, leaving my poor defenseless angel all alone.

"Want a drink?" I asked her as she sat in the sat right next to me. The gods must have been smiling on me that night.

"Umm, yeah sure. I guess I will have whatever you are having." She said nervously. Maybe she wasn't into women, I thought, oh well it's worth a try.

I flagged the bartender down and smiled at her. "Hey, Hanna, I need another drink and for the pretty girl here."

"Sure thing, Ali" Hanna said with a wink. I have to admit that I have taken Hanna's fine ass to bed more times than I can remember but she was never interested in a relationship. Which was fine with me, great sex and no strings was something that rarely worked between close friends but she and I had it down to a science.

"I'm Alison." I said gently to the pretty girl, the last thing I wanted to do was spook her away by being too aggressive.

"Aria." She said as Hanna finally placed the drinks on front of us.

"Of course you are." I laughed to myself. My angel's name was Aria, how fitting.

After a half hour of talking about everything from drinks, to boys to family, I felt that Aria and I were getting along marvelously. If she wasn't into women at least we could be friends. Then out of nowhere some drunk asshole grbbed Aria's shoulder and turned her around roughly in her chair.

"Hey, baby, you want to get out of here." The man said with a thick Spanish accent

"You need to get the fuck out of here." I said as hopped off the barstool and stood at same height as the man.

"Hey, is there a problem here?" Hanna asked as she came around from behind the bar.

"No, I think that this guy confused my friend with someone else." I said more as a question to the asshole than as an answer to my friend. The guy nodded and took his drunk ass to the other side of the bar. Hanna went back behind the bar and I took my seat next to Aria once again. She rubbed at her shoulder and I could tell that our drunken visitor had been a little too rough.

"I'm going to get out of here." Aria said as she got off of her stool. I handed Hanna the money I owed her and a sizeable tip before kissing her on the cheek and following Aria outside the club.

"I can give you a ride." I offered. That was chance, now or never so to speak. "I have only had two drinks and I am fine to drive."

"No that's okay... I'm going to call a cab... it's no big deal..." she stammered on her words but I knew she wasn't drunk. She wasn't drunk when she had sat down next to me and she hadn't even finished half of the drink that I had gotten her.

"I insist. That guy was a dick and it would make me feel better if I knew you got home okay." I silently prayed that she would take my offer. "I promise I won't bite."

"Alright, that would be nice." She said with a sigh before following me to my car.

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