"Are you always this charming?" I ask annoyedly as my now drunk date kept slurring about how nice our waitresses rack was.
He turns and smiles, "Oh shweetie I can be sooooo..so much more chharming."
"Yea it was sarcasm buddy, here, this should cover my meal and another pitcher for you." I tell him as I start to stand up.
"What? You're walking out on me?! You're such a fucking boring bitch, I can't believe Dave thought we'd work!" He shouts as I walk from the table, bringing everyone's attention to him and me.
"Trust me neither can I." I sigh walking out the sports bar.
'That's the last time I listen to Dave.' Is all I can think to myself. I look at my phone to see that it's only 11:30 p.m. so I decide to go to the Wayward bar.
It was a pretty shitty bar with even shittier people but they (usually) have each other's back.
Not to mention there's this guy, he's there just about each time I go, his name is Wade and he's pretty cute. He has a pretty twisted sense of humor but I feel (most of the time) that he means well.
When I walk through the door I'm hit with the usual smell of stale beer and leather. I scope around the small room as I sit at the bar. I see Wade playing pool with the bartender, Weasel.
"Hey Mr. Bartender, can I interrupt your game for a nice cold one?" I ask causing him to mess up his shot.
"God damnit, you couldn't wait two second to ask?" He says annoyed and I have to hide my smile.
"Sorry-"
"No, no sorrys, sink a ball my next turn." Weasel says as he hands me the pool stick and walks behind the bar.
I look back at the table and see he has several shots that I can make but I have to wait for Wade to make his move first.
I look over at him, he was already looking at me with this little amused grin playing at the end of his lips. But it was short lived as it went away when he moved his focus back to the table.
I hear the bar door slam close and someone bump into a stool. I turn to see Craig, the date that I had walked out on no less than 10 minutes ago.
"There you are! You fucking ass, what exactly was so horrible about me that you couldn't spend an hour having dinner!?" He yells the second his eyes land on me.
"H-how did you even....did you follow me?" I ask flustered.
"Of course I followed you! So what? You walked out to play pool with some loser in a hole in the wall bar?" He asks growing more annoyed.
Before I could tell him to just fuck off I hear Wade's voice, "Buddy you've obviously been drinking, why don't you just call her tomorrow and get it sorted out in the morning before you say something you're gonna regret."
I turn to look at him, half wanting to tell him that I don't need him to help me and half wanting to thank him cause we all know that this guy's not gonna listen to me.
Craig huffs in response and turns back to me, "Are you going to answer me or not? What was so horrible about me?" The edge in his voice more noticeable.
"Honestly man, you were tipsy when I first got there, proceeded to get drunk before we even got our food, and talked about our waitresses tits for 10 minutes. Sorry that I didn't find you to be much of a fucking catch." I answer now becoming agitated.
"So what?! She had great tits, much nicer than those little pillows on your chest you cunt." He says taking a step closer to me.
I hear Wade mumble 'Alright' under his breath before he grabs my wrist to pull me behind him.
"Listen asshole, either leave her the fuck alone or get lost before I do something that I really do not think you're gonna like."
Craig laughs, "Oh yea? And what exactly are you gonna do huh?"
"Well the first thing I'm going to do is break your nose, then I guess we'll have to go from there if you keep messing with this girl, whose tits, by the way, are more than a sufficient size." Wade replies taking a step closer to Craig.
Craig eyes him wearily as he teeter totters on his toes,
"I think....I think I'll just-" then he attempted to lunge forward and grab Wade but he was already expecting it.
Wade swings as Craig lunges and I cringe a little when I hear Wades fist meet his nose. Craig immediately cries out and falls to the floor, his hands instinctively holding his face as blood spilled between his fingers.
Wade bent down over Craig, "Now how's about you get up, apologize for being a shit date to this pretty lady, and get the fuck out before I really hurt you, whatta ya say?"
Craig just groans before beginning to get to his feet. Once he gets up he glares at me while saying, "Sorry for wanting to take you ou-"
Wade grabs one of Craig's arms and twists it behind him, "No, no, no, a genuine apology buddy."
Craig sighs again, "Sorry for being a shitty date and ruining your fucking evening, not like you got your nose broken or anythiNG."
I could see pain flash over his face and Wade just smiles, "Alrightie, now I'm gonna walk you out so you don't think you can mouth off as you leave, alright?"
Craig just grumbles and lets Wade lead him out.
When Wade walks back in everyone cheers and he does a couple of fake bows.
"So, my turn right?" He says when he got back to the table.
I shook my head in response and saw him line up a horrible shot.
"You're not gonna make that." I mumble loud enough for him to hear.
He looks up, that amused grin coming through, "You don't think so?"
"Nah, it's gonna hit the corner." I said pointing at the pocket he was aiming for.
He stands straight and shrugs, "Alright, which can I make?"
"Oh I'm not gonna tell you that, but the 6 is probably your best bet." I say pointing at the same corner pocket.
He shakes his head and did that frown thing, you know like when people frown and raise their eyebrows.
He goes for the 6 and manages to miss the pocket.
I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing and shake my head.
"Good job." Is all I can think to say.
I feel him watching me as I lean over the table to line up my shot. I aim for the 13 in the left middle pocket and sink it.
Weasel cheers a little from the bar and holds up my beer.
"Lucky shot." Wade teases.
"Oh was it?" I ask smiling and retrieving my beer.
"Absolutely." He said taking a shot from his table.
"Alright, choose a ball for me to sink." I say walking back to the pool table.
"To attempt to sink, don't get too cocky." He mumbles looking at the table. "Your 14."
"Any pocket?" I ask with a smirk.
He smiles and points to the corner pocket farthest from it, "Right there."
I walk around the table trying to figure out my best angle, deciding to bank it off the wall and hopefully if I hit it hard enough it'll go into the pocket.
I line up my shot and go for it. It hits the wall and goes straight into the pocket. The people paying attention to the game cheer and one guy clapped me on the back.
"Okay, so you're good at pool, congratulations." He says trying to not smile.
"Oh it's not just good luck?" I ask mockingly.
"No, it probably is but for now we'll just say you're good at pool." He answers shrugging then smiling.
"But since you did prove me wrong, let me buy you another beer?"
"I would except I haven't finished the one I bought myself." I say lifting my cup up.
"Whatta mean bought? It's on the house." Weasel interjects in a chirpy tone.
I laugh a little and shrug, "Well thank you Mr. Bartender."
I walk over and give him back his stick and sit down. They continue their game and I pretend to not to pay attention by instead watching the soccer game on the TV.
