The Bouncer And The Librarian

11

The Kiss

The night was a busy one. Friday evening near happy hour had them packed wall to wall. Balroy kept his vigil, circling the bar every so often and standing in a few different rotating posts until his turn came once more to work the door. His black security shirt was stretched close across his body and his hair tied back in a bun. The bouncer caught his partner's eye and nodded before heading to the front. Fresh air burst over him as he made it out of the wall of hot air generated by the bodies inside. He began to check IDs.

Balroy received a text from Dalia that she and her friends would be arriving in half an hour. Their first two bars were fun, but Dalia hadn't had much to drink. She didn't want to get trashed, and definitely didn't want to make a fool out of herself in front of her bouncer friend. A few girls lined up at the end as Balroy began checking ID's. They chattered and giggled as typical customers would, but it was only two girls. 

When they were almost to the bouncer, one of them huffed, "Where are they? Parking shouldn't take this long." "Oh there they are!" Dalia and Shelly were half running towards their friends with giggles and laughter of their own. "Sorry!" Dalia called, "The whole area is jammed up with cars." She hurried into line just as Balroy was checking the ID of the person in front of them. When he let them through, she grinned and waved. "Hi Bally!" The woman's cheeks were slightly flushed with a mixture of drink and running. Her dress was a form fitting black little number and her heels were high, bringing the top of her head full of bouncing curls up to his chin. "Guys, this is Balroy!" she said as she looked to her friends and gestured at him.

Three girls in total, two blonds and a brunette, looked at him with a mixture of awe, protectiveness of their friend-and one blond heavily checking him out. "Daaammnnn Dolly, he's a walking boulder," she said with a wink at the man. The raven haired woman giggled and shrugged, looking up at her friend. "Yeah, but I think it suits him." Her friends grinned. "Always were one for the big guys, Dolly," the one who winked at him said. Dalia blushed and playfully slapped her friend. "Opal!" She turned a bubbly smile on the bouncer. "Here's my ID." She and her friends all held theirs out. Opal White-blond, Shelly Anderson-brunette, Persephone James-blond, and Daliatska Namae. Her card showed that she was indeed twenty four, as she'd said, and her friends were all closely varying ages around her own. "Oh, I also brought you something." She pulled a large Monster drink out of her bag and offered it to the man discreetly. "I hope you like the green ones."

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As the night went on, Balroy skimmed the line on occasion for a glimpse of his friend, but his watchfulness on the job kept him occupied. When the two giggly girls reached the front of the line, he looked them over. They'd been drinking before here, They'll be popular. He made an absent note to keep an eye out for the two being led off by any strange men.

Then, she arrived. All dolled up and in a short black dress, the look suited her nicely. Dalia was always cute, but her looks tended to impress even more the less she had on. His gaze lingered over his new friend. Pert and perfect, but he knew that. What made her shine especially was the sparkle to her eye. She was having fun.

He raised a hand in greeting to the little librarian and the other one he recognized. He was used to being hit on, more so here than anywhere else-especially when it got to later hours. Perhaps the blond who kept assessing his assets would want to have a conversation in the back. Balroy weathered the positive appraisal and let them in. His hand grazed hers as he took the drink. "Bribing the help?" He nodded in thanks. She could have sworn his lips curled upward. "If you need anything, call for me."