Do you think I'm bad? Be Honest, because ill find out if your lying.
I'm not like every girl you see in bars. Those other girls go in there to let guys get them drunk and take advantage of them, or they just go in there to have a good time..me...i dont do that. Its fun and all, but that's not my style. I'm a little bit of a different style, you see, i go to the bar, i have a few drinks, wait for a guy to hit on me, and- oh...well here is one right now.
"Greg," he says with a smirk.
"Maria," i say back.
"you wanna dance?" he asked me, as he slid his hand around my waist. I set down my drink and i went with him to the area in which people were dancing. The previous song just ended and another up beat one came on. I get really close to him with my back to him, and he puts his hands on my hips. i move with the music and have my hands above me and around his neck.
A few more songs come on, and now he's hooked. Now we are face to face and he places his had behind my head and starts kissing me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He pulls away for a second and looks at me, "God, you are so hot," and that's where it is. I usually let the nice ones get away, but this one proved himself as an asshole.
He goes in for another kiss, but just before his lips touch mine, i move away. I take his hand and walk to the back with him, into more of an isolated area where no one can see us.
we start kissing again and i soon open my eyes to make sure his are closed. I reach under my dress and pull out the knife i have tied to my leg. i bite his lips together and stab him right in the stomach, and then immediately after i slit his throat. I didn't get any blood on myself, and i wiped the blood from the knife on his shirt that was not yet covered in blood.
I slid the knife back into position on my leg and walked out quickly to the bar, asking for two beers. Then i walked halfway back to where i could see him and i screamed. The guy at the bar rushed over, "whats the matter ma'am?" he asked me.
"Look, I just went to the bar to grab him and i a drink, but, when i came back, i see him like this" I said, staring to cry. I cried harder and harder and he walked over to the phone.
"whats your name dear?"
"Paula" I responded to the bar tender.
"Okay, Paula, you go home, i think you've been traumatized enough" I nodded my head with tears and i turned around and left.
So there. I kill douche bags at bars...its addicting..i feel like a superhero, its as if I'm stopping crime, just ridding the world from one jerk to the next. Oh yeah, and i forgot to mention, he didn't take off his wedding ring before he went out tonight. Idiot.
