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Alex just
smiled and sauntered into the bar.
Rolling his eyes, Derek followed.
Stopping short when he saw the vision at the bar. Starbucks Girl was
here sitting at the bar. He always saw
her in conservative business attire.
Tonight, however, she was wearing a pair of tight jeans that perfectly
showed off her curves, a blouse with a very low neckline, and heels that could
best be described as fuck me pumps. Her
long blonde hair fell over her shoulders in a wave. His brain started to shut down as it no
longer had dibs on his blood supply.
Alex turned with a devious smile on his face. “We are not leaving this
bar without you at least getting her name, getting her naked would be
better."
"Naked
right here in the bar?" Derek asked wondering what was wrong with his
friend.
"Don't
knock public sex until you've tried it." Alex had no modesty.
"Seriously? What kind of girls do you date?” Derek held
up his hand stopping Alex from answering. “Never mind I don't want the answer. I can see the answer written all over your face."
Derek took a deep breath. "Fine I will talk to her but you are to either
go to the other side of the bar or shut the fuck up. I don't need you hitting on her friend. We
both know that will kill any chance I have." Derek knew exactly how it
would end if Alex even spoke two words to the friend. Alex would screw Starbucks Girl's friend in
the back of the bar and leave. Derek
would be left to receive the angry slap from said friend or Starbucks Girl
herself, or both. Hey it had happened
before.
Leaving Alex
to follow, laughing as he did, Derek grabbed a shot from the shot girl, downing
the liquid courage quickly. He approached Starbucks Girl from behind. Leaning
in close to her ear and speaking before she realized he was there. "I see
you have recovered nicely from your fall and consequential molestation of my
body." He tried for seductive but was sure desperate nerd came out.
Starbucks Girl
must not like people in her personal space, because she whirled around so fast
he thought her head was going to spin right off. In the process though, her elbow met his nose
in a fast hard hit sending him backwards.
He tried to catch himself, but gravity was a cruel bitch. He landed on the table behind him sending
drinks flying.
"What the
fuck?” Barked the guy whose table he had just made a landing pad. Suddenly,
Derek was on his feet courtesy of What the Fuck Guy yanking him up by his white
dress shirt. "Do you have a
problem, man?" Great he had to land on steroid boys' table.
"Dude,
chill. Clumsy Barbie over there all but
broke his nose simply turning around. If
you are going to blame anyone blame her." Alex interjected, failing in his
attempt not to laugh. “Isn't that right
sweetheart?" Oh, no! Alex should have just let him take the punch and kept
his mouth shut because now What the Fuck Guy was still holding tight to his
shirt, deciding if he was telling the truth or not and Starbucks Girl looked as
though she was going to do more than break Alex's nose.
"What did
you just call me? Clumsy Barbie?" Fire lit her eyes as she stood going toe
to toe with Alex. Was it wrong that Derek was turned on by that look in her
eyes? Laughing, What the Fuck Guy dropped his fist from Derek's shirt, turning
to watch the show. Straightening his
shirt Derek grabbed the ice wrapped in a bar towel from the waitress. Thanking her, he ordered the table another
round and himself a beer, then joined the other guy to watch this small spit
fire verbally bitch slap Alex for a bit.
Maybe coming to the bar was not such a bad idea after all.
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