The Blood of Eve IX

After my shower, with Irish Spring and Head & Shoulders, I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a Hornets hoodie, grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out tbe door, into the evening. There was sand on my floormat but I couldn’t figure how it got there since I haven’t been to the beach in a really long time.

Tom knew lots of fun places to go, and we went to this place called a pub which sounds all British and stuff, but it isn’t really. I saw Tom sitting at the bar when I got there. The bartender was leaning towards him, showing off her tits, and she got all frowny when I sat down. Shows how much she knows with her stupid tattoos, thinking she’s all that just because she decides who gets a beer when.

Whatever. I got a local IPA, on special and remembered that time me and Joe went to get tattoos, but I got all freaked out by the blood and chickened out. I bet I wouldn’t chicken out now.

“Maybe we should go get a tattoo when we leave here,” I said to Tom.

He looked at me funny and said, “Dude, I don’t think so. I plan to impair my judgement past the bounds of good tattoo decisions.” Then he glanced up at the slutty bartender and grinned at me like he thought I was trying to impress her, so I just played along. I didn’t want things to get weird with Tom.

“Let’s get some wings, man.” I took a sip of my beer and almost made a face because it tasted so weird. “And do a shot,” I added, just in case Tom noticed.

“Alright, now we’re talking!” He caught the bartender’s eye, even though she was talking to some fat chick with a flat face at the other end of the bar. Tom’s a chick magnet, like the kind who can get away with anything. “Hey, sweets?” He gave her a big smile that she didn’t even deserve. “How about a couple of shots of Lunazul and a dozen wings?”

She smiled right back at him and got the shots right away.

Tequila always burns going down, but that’s okay. I can handle it. A whole bunch of people came in together and took the big table behind us. They looked like they all worked together, had a sameness to them without looking related to each other. There was this one girl in the group who looked like she didn’t belong, like she wasn’t really one of them. I liked her immediately.