That of those who Love and Hate

Chapter 1: The Green Dragon

It all began on a normal thursday night, I was working the night shift at the bar named "The Green Dragon" not many people got the title, but I always thought it was clever. Who doesn't love "The Green Dragon Inn" from the Hobbit? I know right? Now it makes sense. Don't worry it takes everybody a little bit to get it.

The bar was what you would normally expect. It had booths lining the walls with tables filling in everything between. There was a pool table in the back, along with a dart board, and a Jukebox that only worked when you kicked it in just the right spot. The bar wasn't packed like it was on Fridays. Just the regulars, Joey and Buddy... Who were fighting over god knows what. The night before it was on which beer was better. Budweiser or Coors? In my opinion beer is okay, but in all honesty whiskey is better. They ended up getting into an arm wrestle to settle it, and broke one of the tables. I then spent that night putting together one of the tables that was in the back to replace it. What a way to spend a Wednesday night right?

I was walking around wearing my normal outfit, tight jeans with a t-shirt, and my favorite classic black high-top chucks. Tonight, I was wearing my favorite Black Sabbath t-shirt, my hair in loose curls.

Damien is always telling me that I look great, but you know how it is when a man tells you that. You just come up with all sorts of questions as to why he's saying that. Then you come to the conclusion that he, like most men, are trying to get into your pants. He said and I quote " You never really notice the guys that look at you as you walk by, but I do. You always think your average." And he's right. I am average. I just have long dirty blonde hair with bangs that come down just past my chin, dark caribbean blue eyes, an hourglass figure that Damien always said girls wanted. But still, he said " You never notice the guys that whistle when you walk by, or the girls that talk about you as we walk down the opposite sidewalk when we got ice cream." And yet again, he's right. I never knew there were guys that whistled at me, or girls that talked about me. I guess I'll have to start paying more attention to things.

Everybody you meet here will tell you I'm the nicest person you could meet. I mean, I try to be kind to everybody. I was nice to Buddy, the guy that worked 14 hour shifts to keep his family afloat. Yea he didn't look the best, but he was still a close friend. I drove home all the drunks that were too intoxicated to drive every night. And on my night off, I had movie night with my best friend, Damien. Who you have already heard about.

Damien was a looker, I guess that's the best way to put it. He was definitely eye candy, but most people didn't notice because of his Goochie frames. Personally, I love his glasses, they make him look smart. Nobody knows but he's a huge history nerd. It's sorta cute when he goes off on rants about where we live, what this place used to be.. But other girls don't give him a second look, because all they see is glasses and messy hair. I keep telling him to get contacts, but he refuses to listen to me. Yep, he's a stubborn asshole. Yet he has these amazing green eyes that sort've look like a Nebula bursting from his pupils. Sorry I'm not the best explainer ever. Is that even a word? Explainer. Hm, I'll have to ask Damien about that one. Anyways, He has this really really soft light brown hair, he puts gel in it but it ends up curling anyways. Also, this is sorta embarrassing but he has abs, there not like rock hard but they're there. He is tan and it never goes away. It annoys me because I don't tan, I burn. You ladies with the porcelain skin right? Yeah, I'm not the only one.

I bet you wanna know how I know he has abs, well I'll tell you. We're roommates, and one time he fell asleep in my bed, he got up and used the bathroom and on the way back he pulled off his shirt and shorts. He was still wearing boxers, thank god. He climbed back in bed and we ended up spooning. I slept like a baby, but I was woken up by something poking me in the back if you know what I mean. Meaningless to say, when he woke up that was awkward, but past is past and we don't talk about that anymore...