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Boot Scootin'Boogie

Her

"THE WORLD BETTER PREPARE FOR WHEN IM A BILLIONAIRE!" I scream out the lyrics with the rest of the people in the bar, I toss my arm over some sweaty fat guy's shoulder and cheers to another great song.
I've had maybe 4 different drinks in the last 2 hours and who knows how many shots. I lost count after 6, but hey what does it matter they're free.

This small bar isn't very well lit, reeks of cigarets, and is hot too hot, but all the more reason to get another drink huh?
When I here the familiar tune of
Boot Scootin' Boogie
By Brooks & Dunn, I toss back the rest of my crown and coke  and jump onto the bar. The crowd begins to chee- ,well the part of the crowd that isn't asleep cheers and I begin to dance to the lyrics of the song.
~The joint starts jumping every night when the sun goes down.~ 
I point my finger down and slowly sway down earning a couple of hoots and hollers from the guys. I stick my thumbs into the front pockets of my denim shorts laughing at these old horny men and continue dancing
~Yeah, heel toe dosey doe C'mon baby lets go boot Scootin' ~
I attempt to do a country dance to the best of my ability for someone in gladiator sandals and drunk beyond belief. Another girl maybe a year or two younger than me hops up on the bar as well and begins to dance I high five her and go along because hey why ruin a good time. Everyone in the bar seems to be dancing and having a good time when I notice a man at the far end of the bar drinking alone. He doesn't look ugly at all from my point of view but then again I'm drunk. He has shoulder length reddish dark brown hair and is dressed in a long brown winter coat as far as I can see. Hmm it's like 45674225 degrees in here.  He sees me staring and smiles taking a sip of his drink and nodding.
Me being me I make my way over to him still dancing.
~The bartender asks he says son what'll it be? I wanna shot of that red head yonder lookin at me~
I point at him and curl my finger in gesturing for him to come to me and he laughs taking another sip of his drink trying to hide his grin. But doesn't move. Okay pretty boy I'll get you myself.
Before I make my way to him I hear louder yells and profanity. I turn around only to see that my little "friend" is now stripping off her clothes. Now you see that's where I draw the line. I sarcastically applaud her and walk over to mystery man in the back and sit down on the bar legs dangling over next to his seat.
It's somehow quieter in this area maybe because everyone is watching the free strip tease I don't know.
"You're not from around here are you?" I say now being able to actually see him.  He has soft green eyes and nice full pink lips.
"Is it that obvious?" He chuckles, a thick British accent coming from his mouth. Oooh London...
"Well I mean you're very uhh...... Ho-handsome, and everyone else here is.... Well.....fat, old and bald. Only truck drivers and prostitutes come here. No good lookin people come through here ever. Don't get me wrong they're a fun time but that's the truth."
I look around at the small dirty group of people.
"Plus you're wearing a winter coat when it's like four thousand degrees in here" I tease him with a small smirk.
         "Yeah but it's like zero degrees outside, besides what's a beautiful woman like you doing here then? I assume that you're not a prostitute."

     "You would assume correctly and I'm going to take that assumption as a compliment" I flip my hair over my shoulder causing Mr. London to laugh.

"That was quite the performance earlier. Very entertaining." He grins arching an eyebrow and sipping his drink once more.
"Thank you, I do weddings quinceñeras and baby showers." I boast swinging my legs back and forth.
I lean my head on my shoulder and turn so I'm facing him.
"You never answered my question you know." He began.
"How did you end up in a place like this. I mean you're what twenty? As I said before you're beautiful, You're accent is Brooklyn but not exactly Rockefeller type. "
"Well I'm what you call a runaw-... Wait a second London did you just quote the joker?" I giggle when his face turns red when he realizes I caught him.

"I've been waiting about 17 years to use that line, and you're the only New Yorker that's given me the chance. " he chuckles rubbing the back of his neck. 
"Glad to be given the honor of that line.... Wait did that make sense, Glad to be.... Given the honor ..of  I don't know I'm so drunk I'm sorry. " I shake my head in my hands fake sobbing.

   London and I continue to talk and tell each other about ourselves. I learn he's twenty one years old and lived in the UK until he joined a band and now tours the world. All of it sounds like a familiar story but my drunken state won't allow my mind to work. He says he rented a car and drove around to clear his mind and ended up here in Salinas nearly 300 miles from Los Angeles. Which is like a four hour drive.
    I tell him how I was born and raised in Brooklyn by a single mother and left when mom remarried to a total dick with a lot of money. I understand she did it because she wanted to be well off and I don't have any bad feelings towards her for her decision she's my best and only friend.

"Wait, you left because he had money? I've never ever heard those words come from a woman's lips. I mean as bad as that sounds, I'm being honest."

"No I get you, but I left because unlike my mother who was afraid to die alone and poor, I don't need money or a man to be happy. I guess you could say this is a way of proving myself. Catching rides with random people, sleeping in the back of their cars, or on their couches. They usually feed me and give me clothes which is pretty cool. I get to meet people and learn their stories." I stand back up on the bar right in front of him. I stand tall with my hands on my hips in a super hero-ish pose.

"Call me the runaway hippie!"  A few seconds of silence are heard when I notice everyone in the bar is staring dead at me. I smile nervously at all of them.
Suddenly everyone begins laughing loudly applauding me I guess. I look at London and he looks at me, and we both bust out in laughter causing me to nearly fall off the bar.
"Woah there runaway hippie be careful now, don't want to hurt yourself ." Mr. London puts his cool hands on my bare waist and helps me down from the bar top.
    "You know what London? You have a good soul and heart. I dig that." I say patting his shoulders. "And very nice shoulders." Hmmm yes god very nice broad shoulders. I squeeze them slightly. Very very nice.
"Having fun?" London smirks a deep dimples showing.
"Just cause I said I don't need a man doesn't  mean I can't enjoy their very fine looks." I declare with a cheeky grin.
   I toss my arm over his shoulder bringing his head down to my height somewhat. I mean the kid is damn near like a foot taller than me. I'm only 5'4. What's he like 6 foot?
      The music begins to play even louder and I decide London and I are going to have a good night tonight.
  "You know what London let's have some shots, I want to make sure you remember me!" I shout over the loud music into his ear.  He chuckles and gives me a low five.
"Alright hippie, let's do it. "
"But first what's your name?"

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