It All Started at a Bar

I turned in early to avoid Jill and Mike.
Big mistake.
They were next door arguing over me. When I thought that was bad I was terribly wrong. Their loud make up sex was.
I wouldn’t sleep a wink.
I waited for it to end. I prayed for it to end and I don’t even believe in a God.
Finally they were done and I was able to close my eyes.
Only to be woken up again.
This lasted for about four hours.
I think I got only four hours of sleep.
When I woke up the next morning I changed into my clothes and left a note to Mike, thanking him.
I grabbed a beer and the pack of cigarettes.
I left his house and headed to the bar I was at when Mike and I first meet.
As I walked in a help wanted sign caught my eye.
“Hey Al,” I smiled.
“Hey,” he said taking out a beer. “Here,”
“Thanks,” I smiled. “Can work here?”
“Sure, where are you’re papers?”
“I don’t have any. At all,” I said spilling my beer.
Al sighed. “Any friend of Mike’s is a friend of mine,”
“So, when do I start?”
“Now,” he shrugged.
I grinned and hopped over the counter.
And that’s how I spent my second day in the world.
Working with Al and two other guys, Billy and Dan.
Cool dudes.
The bar’s after hours were crazy.
Men hit on me like I was a boxing bag.
As we cleaned up the bar Dan walked over to me. “I know you had a rough night, but do you want to go to dinner with me?” he blushed a little.
I smiled. “Why not”.
“Really?”
“Yeah,”
“Okay,”
We quickly finished up with the bar and we left.
“Where to?” Dan asked.
“Anywhere!” I said as I slipped my beer.
“Sounds good,” he said as he drove.
We pulled into a small parking lot to a place called Anywhere.
“Wow,” I said getting out of the car.
We sat down and the waitress took our orders.
“So, Madison, where are you from?”
“Maine,” I said before drinking my wine.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. By here he meant New York.
“I wanted a change,” I lied.
“Gotcha. So how old are you?”
“Twenty eight. You?”
“Thirty,”
“So, what do you do besides work at the bar?” I asked.
“I’m an author,”
“Nice. What do you write?”
“Fiction novels,”
“Nice. Like the Hunger Games or like Harry Potter?”
“More like the Hunger Games,” he said smiling.
“Cool. I would love to read a one,”
“Really? I’ll show you tomorrow,”
I smiled as our food came.
Dan and I made small conversation as we eat.
We left the restaurant and got into Dan’s car. “Where do you live?”
“Nowhere. I haven’t found a place yet,”
“Where are you staying?” he asked putting the car in drive.
“Nowhere,”
“Do you want to stay with me?” he asked.
“Sure,”
******
We were both on the bed and our hot sweaty bodies were pressed together.
Dan was on top of me, kissing my neck slowly as we slowed down.
The next morning I rolled over and wrapped my arms around his waist.
I kissed his neck waking him up slowly.
“Hi,” he smiled.
“Hey,” I said kissing him. “Can I have one of you’re books now?”
“Sure,”
“Great, oh, and can you drop me off at the bar?”
“Sure,” he said.
I kissed Dan again then got up and got ready.
I walked into the bar and there was Mike.
“Where the hell were you?” he snapped.
“Out,” I said sitting down.
“Where?”
“With a co-worker,”
“You left. Why?”
“Because,” I said lighting up a cigarette. “I didn’t want to hear you’re make up sex,”
“oh,”
“Yes…oh,” I said as I opened Dan’s notebook and started reading.
“Come back home,”
“I don’t have a home,”
“Live with me,”
“You’re unbelievable! You don’t even know me. I could be a killer for all you know!”
“I don’t care,” he said taking my hand.
“I do. You could be a killer,” I said stressing the ‘you’.
“I’m not,”
“That’s what all killers say,”
“Madison, please. Just until you find a place to live and get yourself together,”
“Whatever,” I muttered.