It's not that my night isn't enjoyable, it's that something is missing. Yes, my girlfriends were around me and we were having a great time going out. The moon was out, the sky cloudless, albeit a little cold. But I just needed something else. Things have been barren since I broke up with Kyle a few weeks back. I really need a good fuck.
"Sara, let's go in here. It's getting cold," Mary says.
I stop in my tracks and look toward where she's motioning for me. I see that I keep moving while she and Lucy were inside a jam-packed bar. I'm almost around the corner of the block and if it wasn't for Mary I would have kept going. I lightly jog my way back and push my way into the bar. The heeled booties make it slightly difficult to get there in a reasonable time.
"Where were you, huh? It looked like you were somewhere up there," Mary motions with her finger up to the sky.
Mary is wearing a leather jacket, tight black dress, and combat boots with bright pink laces. Her long blonde hair is in a tight bun on top of her head.
Another one of my friends, Lucy, comes over with a pink drink in her manicured hand. She's in a hot getup consisting of a red lacy bralette, black jeans, and black stilettos. The stilettos at this current moment betray her since she almost trips over but a man with a hungry stare swings an arm out and wraps it around her shoulders to catch her.
"Woah there, honey. You almost took the whole bar down with ya," he leers.
Lucy looks up at him with her piercing blue eyes and shoots daggers at him.
"I'm not your honey, and I didn't ask for your help," Lucy whips out.
She shakes off his arm from around her shoulder and then whips her long black hair against his face. By the time Lucy reunites with Mary and me, we're both laughing hysterically at the look on the mans' face.
"He looks like you just slapped him," Mary says.
Lucy looks over her shoulder and sure enough, there is her knight in shining armor, still staring with his mouth open.
"Hey buddy, you okay?" I yell.
He scowls at us before stomping back into the crowd that is the bar. We all laugh at his back before focusing our attention on each other again.
"Sara, what's wrong?" Lucy says.
I look at her dumbfounded and see that her eyes are piercing into my own.
"What? What do you mean?" I stammer out.
"You keep doing that thing where you sigh and look away dramatically. You only do that if you're upset."
"Yeah, you're not really good at hiding your emotions, you know," Mary interjects.
I can feel my face flush as I realize that I've been caught.
"Careful there firecracker, your face is matching your hair," Lucy says.
I squint my eyes at Lucy in annoyance, "Fuck you."
"You know, I have a feeling that this is what the problem is."
"Ew, what, you? Never."
I stick my tongue out and fake dry heave at the thought of having sex with my best friend.
"Okay, asshole. You know what I mean. Not that I would want to fuck you anyway. You're not my type."
I roll my eyes. "Okay, yeah, I know what you mean. You don't have to make it so obvious though."
But I really do want to get laid. And soon, I think to myself.
"Let's find you a hot thing and send you home with him," Mary says.
She gulps down her drink and slams the cup down onto the table. Without a single moment's hesitation, she grabs my arm and drags me to the bar.
"Mary, this isn't the way I was expecting to get this done tonight," I whine.
I pull back a little to seem like I'm fighting back. Mary pulls me to the bar, motioning for the bartender.
"Pick one," Mary says.
Lucy, on the other side of me says, "The one with brown hair."
"Not you," Mary says and rolls her eyes.
"Meh, too late. I choose him," she looks over at the bartender and gives a quick order of two drinks. "The second one to the gentleman over there with brown hair if you will."
The bartender readies her drinks and gives the second one to her new date. We can't hear what the bartender is saying but he motions with one finger to us and Lucy wiggles her fingers in salutation and winks.
The man she chose is extremely attractive. Sharp jawline, high cheekbones, messy brown hair, bearded, and his green t-shirt straining against his rippling muscles. His brown eyes glint as he pulls on the arm of his friend to the right, and they walk on over to us.
"There's only two," I say and look over at Mary apologetically.
"Don't worry about me. I'll make do with Mr. Jack and Mr. Coke here," Mary says. She lifts her drink and smiles at us.
I give her a sheepish smile in appreciation and before I can say anything else the handsome duo arrives at our end of the bar. Lucy's brown-haired choice is certainly attractive and the black-haired man next to him is equally attractive. Rather than muscly and messy his black hair is clean-cut, his face clean-shaven, and has gorgeous almond-colored eyes. Beneath his black shirt, I can see his lean runner's frame.
"Hello, I just wanted to thank you for the drink. How did you know I liked gin and tonic?" the muscly man says.
