An Iteresting Night

The Bar

Let me be the first to say that this night so far, well it sucks.

I'm stuck sitting at a musky old bar, the beer here tastes like crap, the guys here smell of tobacco and booze and they seen to be fighting for no real reason. So why am I here? Why is Michael Mandinson sitting at a bad Tavern on a Friday night, well I'll tell ya.

So a little back story I'll make it short. I'm Michael Mandinson, 21, 6 foot, brown hair, blue eyes. I'm the quarterback for the Florida's proud college football team. So far we've gone to win the state games twice because of "me". I say it like that cause I hate the idea of putting all the glory of one guy.

But besides that, I was born and raised here in Florida and now I go to college here. Love it here, would never move away.

Anyway end of back story, let's get to the reason I'm at this bar. The reason is, a gay artist stole my girlfriend. Yep, you heard me, a gay artist stole my girl.

It was about an hour before the bar, she invited me over to talk, said she had to talk about something. So I head over and she invited me in, sits me on the couch and start to tell me how good I've been to her and how glad she is to have had me. I smile and return the compliments and then she says this, "Michael, I'm going to be honest, I've been seeing another guy. You know him, his name is Edward. I'm sorry but me and him are leaving tommorow for Paris and I'm sorry but we are through."

So yeah.... I get mad, she yells, I yell. Blah blah blah. I laugh about it know cause I'd seen this guy give another guy head at a big party a month ago. But obviously I wasn't laughing then. And so we arrive here at the bar of the drunk and lost.

So I sit, and I gripe, and feel sorry for myself. But then she walks in, surrounded by a bunch of crazy girls. No not my now ex. It's her. Megan Smith, state champion in swimming. I've seen her around for years. She's a medium hight, good slim body but still has her curves. She has red head and freckles that dot her nose, and those eyes, those eyes are as green as fresh summer leaves.

To say I think she's cute, that's an understatement. I've always thought she was a gorgeous work of art, but I was loyal. Stuck by my girl. But now there's an empty slot, she could fill it.

Woah stop, you're just upset about your ex, don't rush. I think to myself as I hold my cup between my hands. I see her sit and the table closest to the corner after she removes herself from the crowd of howling girls.

I look at her, she's left her glass full and she sits with her arms crossed over her chest, she doesn't want to be here it's obvious. But then outta now where this guy comes over, obviously drunk beyond no return, and start to talk to her.

I can't tell what he's saying but I can tell that he obviously is annoying her as she backs into the corner more. She shakes here head like she's saying no, and makes faces of revolt, he probably reeks of booze.

So what do I do? Something stupid. Of coarse.

I grab my beer and walk over to her, acting as if I know her closely. I move a chair next to her and set my beer on the table as I sit down. "Hey darling," I say as she makes a face of confusion. "I leave to get a refill and someone's already bugging ya." I look to the drunken man. "Trust me she ain't worth it." I laugh out.

I look to her and smile. "I'm joking hun, no need to be silent. Come on babe talk" I nod towards him and whisper, just play along, I continue to rap my arm around her shoulders.

She relaxes a bit and a small giggle comes from her mouth "I'm now your joking babe, just this guy is a pain." She speaks! "Oh is that right babe?" I say giving the smelly drunkard a stink eye, "You been annoying my lady?" I say standing up and acting tough.

The drunkard is scared, I tower over him by almost half a foot. "N.. N.. No sir, I uhhh didn't mean to." His voice is scared and slurred, he immediately turns and walks quickly to the bar to refill his empty cup. I return to sitting and smiling feeling acomplished.

"Thanks, you really saved me from that drunken ass." She says relaxing her shoulders.

"Hey what was I to do, you needed help, and I needed an excuse to talk to you." I smile warmly.

"Is that so? And why is that Mr Star Quarterback?" She says with a mischievous tone.

"Oh so the great swimming champion has heard of me." I smile back.

"And you have heard of me. So we know each other but, do we know each other?"

"Well miss I must say we don't. My name is Michael, Michael Mandinson. And may I ask your name?" I say, trying to be more polite.

"Well I'm Megan Smith, it's nice to meet you Michael"

"So, what brings you here?" I sip my beer but I can barely swallow the horrific tasting liquid.

Her head goes back as a groan of frustration escapes her vocal cords. "Friends, if you can call them that, whom of which decided that for my twenty first birthday I should get hammered."

I look at you and smile. "So it's your birthday and your stuck here, with drunken, dramatic, slutty girls you barely know? We'll not to be rude but that sounds, well sounds like crap!"

"Tell me about it." She groans some more.

An idea begins to for in my head, a stupid and unthoughtout idea. And ya know what I say, I say fuck it let's try.

"So Megan, tell me what you'd rather be doing right now."

She sits up a little straiter, a questioning look crosses her face. "Well I'd rather be swimming right now, why do you ask?"

"Well I know of this nice warm creak, that you and me could go hang out at." I offer up the suggestion and she looks down, unsure what to say. "Umm," she begins, "How do I know I can trust your not gonna drug me and rape me, or something?"

"Well you don't really, but I'm hoping you do decide to trust me cause I'd hate to see you suffer through your birthday." I look into herr eyes with sincerety, trying to somehow yell at her with my eyes I'm honest and trustworthy. "Well what'll it be, drunken girls or swimming in a creek?"

"OK we will go," she says and starts to stand, "But! Try any funny business and I will call the cops so fast you'll be in jail before you can say innocent! You understand?" She proclaims, staring fiercely into my eyes, scaring me a bit.

"Yes ma'am, I understand." I say standing, "Shall we be off?" I ask motioning to the door.

she walks out the door and stand in front of it. I walk out and guide her over to my car, a nice Dodge Charger, cherry red with black stripes on the side.

She whistles "Damn son." Megan makes her way around to the passenger side and climbed in. I sit in the driver's seat and start it up. The engine roars to life and she smiles. "This is so cool, where did you get the money for this?"

"I wish I could say I bought it but I can't. My parent gave it as a gift for the amazing job in football." I say scowling. "Anyway you ready?" Megan nods.

I back out of the drive way and head off.

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