The Beatles: A Mini-series

John (1963)

"I'll take a shot of whiskey and a beer," an angry man said to me as he stormed in and took a seat at the bar. I nodded and poured him his alcohol. I passed it to him and he clutched on to them like they were saving him.
"Another shot," he told me. I gritted my teeth at his rudeness as I watched him run a hand through his brown hair. He must've had a shit day to be such a shit head, I thought.
As I slid him his shot, I decided to ask, "So, wanna talk about it?" He looked up and glared at me for a moment before taking his shot. I'll take that as a no.
I sigh quietly and cleaned the bar counter. As I clean, I feel him watching me. I really hoped he wasn't checking me out.
"Hey, can I ask how old you are?" The man asked.
"I'm, uh, 19." I answered, not even looking at him as I continued to clean.
"I didn't think they let women run the bar. Let alone have jobs outside the kitchen," he said, muttering the last part. I gritted my teeth and scrubbed a little harder.
"Hey why aren't you looking at me? I'm trying to make conversation," he said. I threw my cloth down on the counter.
"Maybe if you weren't being such an asshole I would look at you! Now, either get out, or just drink silently." I then realized what I'd done and calmly cleaned again.
I looked at the man from the corner of my eye. He finished his beer and then threw the money on the counter.
"Just so ya know, the customer has more rights then the worker." He said, staring me down. I hate to admit it, but he was kind of hot.
"Yes, well, that doesn't mean that the customer should forget simple manners." I said, looking up at the clock. It was time to go. I collected his money and put it in the cash register. I then did my normal clean up routine as he stood around and watched me. When I pulled on my coat, I looked at him. He was leaning on the bar counter, watching me. He was biting his lower lip a little.
"Bar's closed," I muttered, walking towards the door. He followed close after me. We both walked out and I locked up. When I turned around, the man grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. I could taste the whiskey and beer on his breath.
Breaking off the kiss, I pushed him off of me. "What the fuck are you doing?! I don't even know you!"
"Come on, have a little fun. It was hot when you talked back to me in there. I like a girl who can hold her own."
"I don't even know your name."
"Oh for Christ sakes, it's John. Happy?"
I looked at John. His light brown eyes pleaded with me. I've never hooked up with a stranger before, but shit, this guy was attractive. And, yes, he was rude, but I kind of liked it.
"No. You were sexist and rude." I said, remembering what he said about women.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Honest. I just said it. I don't know why. Tons of chicks have jobs. I'm okay with it."
We looked at each other. He then kissed me, and slammed me against the building wall. His hands were against my body, and they were going up my skirt. As we were kissing, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to his car...

"John!" I moaned as he thrust inside me, biting my neck. The car shook violently and I gripped onto his brown hair. One last thrust, and he moaned loudly. He pulled out and I sat up, amazed at this man's sexual ability.
"That was good. Angry sex is great," John said as he zipped his pants up. I nodded and pulled my underwear back on.
"So you need a ride home or somethin?" John asked.
"No, I've got a car. Thanks for asking though."
John got out of the car and came to open my side. He helped me out and I pulled my jacket back on.
"Well..see ya. Thanks for uh..for that." I said awkwardly.
"Mm. Right. Yeah, I'm sure I'll be around," he said, winking.
I smiled and went to my car. As I warmed it up, I really hoped he meant what he said.