"the black haired girl"

i

in the fall of 1970, william afton sat in a club a few blocks down from his college campus. having recently turned 21, he was exercising his new rights around town.

clubbing wasn't as interesting as he originally thought it would be. when one was alone such a social setting, it was just a whole lot of unorganized yelling, and then dance music that played over it. the cycle of noise never stopped. he sighed, and called over the bartender for a beer.

he watched the man behind the counter as he pulled out a beer from underneath the bar, and hastily cracked it open. he slid it over to william, who paid him.

after taking a couple sips, william turned around in his rotating seat. starting from his right, he slowly took in all that was around him. the setting was mostly colored with pinks and purples, or shades of blue, red, black, and white tinted by the pinks and purples. there were also a few white lights constantly rotating around from where they were wired in the ceiling, shining a more natural light on the people inside. those people consisted of men and ladies.

ladies dancing with ladies, men dancing or trying to dance with ladies, men talking among themselves, or women giggling loudly in big friendly circles. it seemed as if everyone knew someone. and even if they didn't, they were still talking with a stranger.

william continued surveying the environment, as well as some of the faces, but one of them caused him to stop short.

it was a face of a lady, except, this one stood apart from the others. she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid his eyes on.

she had long, wavy, black hair that went down to her waist, but when those white lights shined down on her, he noticed her roots were ginger. it was an unnatural black. she wore a bright tie dye shirt with a band logo he didn't get the chance to see, and the shirt was tied up in a hair tie over her rear to become the length of a crop top. beneath her top, was a pair of blue jeans that were revealed to be high waisted from the way she styled her top. she wore a pair of combat boots where he expected to see something more like chucks. he admired her choice.

he admired her.

before he knew it, william was staring at her. it wasn't until she nearly returned his gaze that he spun back around. before he did, however, she got a glimpse of her face. he saw freckles, as well as beautiful eyes too far away to tell the color of. flustered and blushing, he grabbed the neck of his beer bottle. he took a big sip before holding his head.

he badly wanted to go up and talk to her, and see what she was like. but he couldn't muster up the courage. plus, she was surrounded by many other girls. if he walked up awkwardly, or made the slightest slip-up, he'd be judged or laughed at immediately.

with another sigh, and another sip of beer, he decided that staying any longer wouldn't have been worth it.

he left his bottle half full at the bar.