Step Brother 2://:Tyler Scheid

3_Jumpers and Cameras

The bar is loud. In both the music and the talking amongst people. Tara immediately went to the bar as soon as we had set foot in the door, pulling me with her.

We sit in between two groups, a group of guys to our left, and a group of girls to our right. I stare at my cherry and peach tea as I think about Tyler. "What do you think she's drinking?" Tara snaps me out of my daze. I look over my shoulder to see who she's talking about.

A girl surrounded by a loud group only stands out with how quiet she is. As the other girls are obviously flirting with each other, she's sitting in the corner not talking. She looks bored even. A set of brown eyes staring down at her phone screen with a bored expression as a blonde girl is trying, and obviously failing, to chat her up. She just nods as the girl talks. I find myself rather amused by her quietness. She has brown hair in a longer pixie cut that looks pushed back, maybe to keep it out of her face. She's wearing a baggy yellow jumper and a pair of black basketball shorts with pink Chuck Taylor's that have little strawberries all throughout them.

"Ask the bartender?" I look back at Tara. She's trying to fix her makeup in a small compact mirror.

"Hey, what's the one in the Chuck Taylor's drinking?" Tara asks the man behind the bar.

"Yellow Jumper?" His husky voice asks. Tara nods and grips the counter, it's clear she desperately wants to know what this girl is drinking. "She usually drinks Smirnoff, but tonight she's just been drinking beer." I look back at the girl, she takes a break from her phone and holds the beer bottle to her mouth as she nods to the girl talking next to her. She takes a drink and then looks over at the blonde girl as she puts it down. The blonde girl looks at her expectantly. Yellow Jumper Girl says something inaudible to me. The blonde girl stands up and looks down at Yellow Jumper in disbelief. The blonde girl says something to her with a hurt expression before storming off.

Yellow Jumper just shrugs and looks back down at her phone. I look back at Tara. She's pushing a drink to me desperately. I look at the clear liquid before I look back up at her. "What's that?"

"Smirnoff. Go be my wing-woman please!" Tara begs. I roll my eyes before grabbing the cup of vodka and making my way to Yellow Jumper.

At first, she doesn't look up. She just continues scrolling on her phone. I clear my throat and she looks up. "Yes?" She looks at me.

"You drink Smirnoff?" I ask as I hold up the glass.

"Yeah." She nods. I hold the glass down to her. She takes it before she sips from it and holds it on her leg.

"You're into chicks, right?" I ask as I look down at her. Her eyes flick from left to right before they focus back on me. She nods slowly. "Good. My friend Tara had me tag along to be her wing-woman or some shit like that. She bought you the Smirnoff."

"How does she know my drink?" Yellow Jumper asks.

"She asked the bartender." I shrug as I look back. I see Tara quickly turn her head back to the bartender.

"She's the one in the blue dress?" Yellow Jumper asks another question. I nod as I look back at her. She smiles before looking up at me. "Send her on over. She looks more interesting than all these blonde fucks." I widen my eyes at the harsh play of words before nodding and walking back to Tara.

"So...?" Tara slaps the bar in anticipation and the bartender groans at her actions, obviously not a fan of her hitting his neatly laden bar.

"Told me to send you her way." I nod back to the girl. Tara jumps off her stool and gives me a tight squeeze.

"Oh, you're the best wing-woman ever!" She squeals as she pulls away and looks at me. Her excited expression quickly becomes worrisome. "Oh... do I look okay? Do you think she'll like me?" Tara asks nervously.