I learned to be on guard, always to be aware of my surroundings because I don’t want to get caught unprepared by some asshole ever again. Being on guard saved me from any additional attacks in the foster homes.
Okay, I don’t want to think about that; tonight, is to celebrate my new job and enjoy the evening with my friends.
We walk into the bar; it’s sort of short from being a dive, but who cares, right. It’s close to home, it’s busy, and it’s somewhere to have fun with my girls. The bar is packed, the music is blaring from the speakers, and I can feel the vibration of the bass on the floor.
“Hey,” Marie yells, waving her hand from the bar.
Marie and Lisa are drinking a beer, smiling at us as we walk up to them.
“Hi, hey,” we say, standing next to them.
I wave at the bartender to order some beer looking at him. I wave two fingers, yelling beers, and he nods, walking to get us some beers.
“What took you two so long,” Marie huffs, rolling her eyes.
“Please, bitches, we walked,” Kitty huffs, shaking her head.
“Yeah, it was a nice walk,” I say, handing a bill to the bartender. I take a beer, give it to Kitty, and then take the other one. I take a drink, looking around the crowd.
“Oh, why would you walk,” Lisa asks, furrowing her forehead.
Well, sometimes she’s not the brightest bulb, oh well.
“We wanted to have fun; we both planned on drinking, so we didn’t want to worry about driving,” Marie scoffs, rolling her eyelids.
Now that’s funny, watching Marie roll her eyelids at Lisa because she usually tries to be patient with her.
“Where’s Lori? I want to talk to her,” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
Yeah, Lori asked me to help her with her resume.
“She’s around here somewhere. She was talking to some dude,” Lisa says, looking around.
“Yeah, he was fucking sexy hottie,” Marie says, taking a drink of her beer.
“Let’s dance,” Kitty yells, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the dance floor.
Marie and Lisa follow us; we dance to the old nineties songs. I leave them to go to the restroom and check on my makeup since I’m a sweaty mess.
I walk into the restroom, take care of business, and then go to the sink. First, I wash my hands, then pat down my face, trying not to smear my makeup.
I then walk back out into the bar, to the bar. I lean against the bar, ordering a fresh bottle of beer. I don’t like to drink it after being away from it; you just never know.
“Hi,” a heavy-set man says, standing next to me. I look at the man; he has a round face, thin lips, and a wide nose. I take a drink of my beer, looking into his brown eyes.
“Hello,” I say, smiling while rolling the the beer bottle in my hands.
The man is okay, but he’s not my type, plus I don’t do hookups.
It’s not me.
“Can I buy you a beer,” the man asks, smiling at me.
“No, thank you, I have one,” I say, smiling, holding my beer up.
“Right,” the man says, nodding.
“Thank you, but I’m going to be leaving,” I say, trying to get him gone.
