The Promiscuous Escapades of a Blonde Bombshell: Chapter Fifteen
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Here it is! The final chapter!
I was amazed we were allowed back in the bar that night. You would think that after a guy punches out the owner, he would be banned, along with his friends. But Todd wasn’t pressing charges. He knew it was defense of a woman’s honor and he wasn’t enough of a sleaze to try to twist that into an assault charge. David made it clear to Todd that if he ever upset Mars again, David would mess with a lot more than his face. Todd, being the coward he was, decided then and there to be a hands-off owner, and left all control to Trip or the senior bartender on duty.
Tori Mae was ecstatic.
“Thank goodness he’s not coming back,” she crowed. “He seriously creeped me out. It felt like he was always staring at me.”
“Well, maybe now you can get some work done,” Trip shot at her. He was kidding though. Since he was in charge indefinitely, he was getting a decent pay raise. He poured Ruby Pineapples for everyone of our group at the bar. David, Mars, I, Nick, and Geoffrey took up spots right in the middle, all the better to catch most of the attention of our favorite bartenders. They were traipsing up and down in high spirits.
“So, I’m planning a private party here next week. Just kind of to kick back and have fun. Unfortunately, it will have to be during the day because I can’t close the bar in the evening,” Trip said.
“That’s fine,” Mars said. “I think I’ve had enough nights out for a while. What do you think David?”
“Me too,” he agreed. “I could do with a night in or two. Chill out, watch a movie, eat some popcorn.”
“It’s a date,” she said, and then gave him a swift kiss. I looked at Nick. He hadn’t seen it, his lips already being occupied by someone else’s. So I turned to Trip. He had seen it, but he didn’t quite understand the significance. That was the first guy Mars had kissed since Todd. David seemed surprised but pleased.
Tori Mae came back. “Hey, there’s a beautiful accent that happens to be attached to a beautiful guy down there. Why don’t you go have a little fun with him for old time’s sake?”
“Tori Mae,” Mars commented. “‘Old times’ were yesterday.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine, I just want Cass to crush him and send him over to me so I can get a number.”
“Tori Mae, that’s just mean!”
“But he’s British!”
I thought about this for a moment. “I’ll be back,” I said, picking up my Ruby Pineapple.
“Cass, don’t do it!”
“Relax Mars. I know what I’m doing,” I called over my shoulder.
I sat next to him and took a drink in a way that was extremely familiar to me. I simply waited for the comment to come.
“You know, you’re like a dictionary. You give meaning to my life.”
She was right. That is a beautiful accent.
“Well that’s a nice thing to tell a girl. What’s your name?”
“Callum.”
“Well, Callum, what if I were to tell you that there is an attractive girl in this bar who is dying to get your number?”
“I’d ask which one.”
I pointed at Tori Mae. “It’s the cute little bartender over there. And she’d probably be willing to give you hers.”
He moved the napkin in front of him closer to him so I could see. “Then tell her to come down here because I need a refill.”
The napkin already had a phone number written on it.
“I will do that.” I picked up my drink and started back to my seat. I turned back around. “Oh, and make sure you only call her Tori Mae. Not Tori. She won’t like that.”
He nodded. “Tori Mae.” She will definitely like the sound of her name said in his voice. I took my place between a watchful Mars and an entirely absorbed Nick. Tori Mae was bouncing up and down.
“Well? Well? Well? What’d he say? Come on, tell me, please tell me, pretty, pretty please.”
I looked at her coolly over the top of my drink.
“He needs a refill.”
This confused her.
“But, his drink is full. How can he need a refill?”
I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her closer. “Go down there,” I growled. “He needs a refill.” I released her.
She brushed off her shirt. “Jeez, no need to get shirty with me.” Then she laughed at her bad pun. She picked up a pitcher, probably not even what he was drinking, and went down there. I watched from around the side of Mars. She smiled. He smiled. He pushed the napkin forward. He said something. She grabbed another napkin and pulled the pen out of her hair. She scribbled something onto the napkin and pushed it toward him, almost giving him the pen as well. He picked up the napkin, held it up to her, paid his tab, and walked out. He smiled at me as he passed. I looked back at Tori Mae. She had a huge smile on her face and looked like she was going to pass out.
“Tori Mae,” Trip called. She woke up from her daydream. “There’s a glass that needs to be cleared there.” She giggled and picked up the glass. She set it behind her on the growing stack of dirty dishes that would be taken back to the washroom when it was full.
“Well,” I said getting up. “That’s one job done. I’m going to the ladies’ room. Be back in a few.” Nobody paid any attention to me.
When I got to the bathroom that Stephen had tried less than a week ago to get me to have sex with him in, I saw a guy standing outside the doors.
“Excuse me,” he said. He sounded very polite. Too polite. “Could you do me a favor? My girlfriend ran in there and I think she might be sick. Can you check on her for me?”
Where have I heard that one before? “Sure thing.”
I pushed open the bathroom door and saw a girl, barely twenty-one, sitting on the bathroom floor with her back to the wall.
“Are you the girl that the guy outside is looking for?”
“Probably. I don’t want to talk to him though.”
“Did he just dump you?”
She looked up, surprised. “Yeah. How did you know?”
I sat down next to her. “Because believe it or not, I was right where you were a week ago.”
“Right here?” She pointed at the floor she was sitting on.
“Well,” I admitted, “not this floor. I was at Seventh Steakhouse when he dumped me.”
“That has to be a cleaner restroom than this one.”
“Hey, I’m close with the bartenders and they’re the ones that clean this up after hours.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend anyone.”
“It is true though. Those bathrooms are a heck of a lot cleaner than these.”
“So, what did you do? After you left the bathroom?”
“Well, I had called a friend to pick me up, but I couldn’t get to the front doors without passing by the guy.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, I know. So I started yelling at him and it turned out that he had been cheating on me. For four months of our six month relationship. So I yelled at him some more and shoved his face into my dinner plate.”
“Which was?”
“Chicken fried steak. With extra gravy.”
“Ew.”
“I know. So I went home with my friend. Have you called a friend to come pick you up yet?”
“No.”
“Do that. Now. I’ll wait.”
She pulled out her phone and pushed a speed dial button. She waited, and then said “Maria? Can you come pick me up? I’m at The Purple Coconut and Luke just dumped me.” She paused while Maria answered her. “Yeah, I’m just sitting in the restroom and talking to this really nice woman.” Another pause. “Okay, I’ll be waiting for your call.” She hung up. “She’ll be here in twenty minutes. She’s going to call me when she gets here.”
“Good plan.”
“So, continue with your story please.”
“I went out and got in the car. I had called my best guy friend to come pick me up because my best friend and room mate was on her first promising date in a long time. But he had called her to be there when I got home because he doesn’t do well with crying. Not well at all. So I get home and she’s waiting and I cried all weekend.”
“Then what? I mean, you seem okay now.”
“Sunday night, my best friend came in and gave me a pep talk. She told me how she went through her big love and lost him. Even though I was there with her through the whole thing, she hashed it all out so I could get something out of it. Then she came up with this whole dramatic plan. It involved be flirting with a different guy every night.” I looked her dead in the eye. “Don’t do that. Trust me. It was a bad idea. Sure it worked, but I got in so much trouble for it. The trick is to just have fun. Don’t do it any special way. Weirdly enough, one of the big things that helped me was the time my best friend got yogurt in my hair.”
“Why did she get yogurt in your hair?”
“Because we were playing a prank on my best guy friend. Something to do with pudding wrestling. It’s an inside joke. But trust me, it will get better.”
“It doesn’t feel like it will.”
“My best friend, the one who lost her love? She gave up everything she had for him. And she had a lot. Then he cheated on her and broke up with her and got cheated on and tried to get her back. She went through a lot of tough stuff for this guy.”
“Where is she now?”
“Right outside with her new boyfriend.”
“Well, that had a happy ending.”
“It sure did. Are you going to be all right?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“Okay.”
I walked out of the bathroom and straight into the guy. “Well, is she all right?” He sounded mad now.
“Just go home man. Just go home. Unless you want to be humiliated in front of a group of people who don’t take kindly to girls getting dumped on dates, you will go home.”
He seemed to get the message. He took off out the front door. I leaned back into the bathroom. “Hey, if you want to come wait with my group, you can. He’s gone now.”
“No thanks,” she said. “I just want to be alone for a little bit.”
“Well, if you change your mind, we’re out here.”
“Thanks.”
I went back over to the bar. Trip was the only one who realized how long I had been gone.
“What took you so long?” Trip asked.
“There was an incident in the bathroom. Someone got dumped on a date.”
He shook his head. “When will guys learn?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
He sat silent for a moment. “Well, I’m a fast learner.”
“Oh are you?”
“Well, I know the basics. Don’t dump a girl on a date.”
“That’s a big one.”
“And don’t make assumptions about her.”
“That’s another good one. You were listening.”
“I listen to a lot of things you say.”
Oh my gosh.
“So, do you want to be my date for the party I’m hosting?”
“I would love to be.”
I wasn’t sure where this was going to go.
But I was pretty sure I was going to like it.
Here it is! The final chapter!
I was amazed we were allowed back in the bar that night. You would think that after a guy punches out the owner, he would be banned, along with his friends. But Todd wasn’t pressing charges. He knew it was defense of a woman’s honor and he wasn’t enough of a sleaze to try to twist that into an assault charge. David made it clear to Todd that if he ever upset Mars again, David would mess with a lot more than his face. Todd, being the coward he was, decided then and there to be a hands-off owner, and left all control to Trip or the senior bartender on duty.
Tori Mae was ecstatic.
“Thank goodness he’s not coming back,” she crowed. “He seriously creeped me out. It felt like he was always staring at me.”
“Well, maybe now you can get some work done,” Trip shot at her. He was kidding though. Since he was in charge indefinitely, he was getting a decent pay raise. He poured Ruby Pineapples for everyone of our group at the bar. David, Mars, I, Nick, and Geoffrey took up spots right in the middle, all the better to catch most of the attention of our favorite bartenders. They were traipsing up and down in high spirits.
“So, I’m planning a private party here next week. Just kind of to kick back and have fun. Unfortunately, it will have to be during the day because I can’t close the bar in the evening,” Trip said.
“That’s fine,” Mars said. “I think I’ve had enough nights out for a while. What do you think David?”
“Me too,” he agreed. “I could do with a night in or two. Chill out, watch a movie, eat some popcorn.”
“It’s a date,” she said, and then gave him a swift kiss. I looked at Nick. He hadn’t seen it, his lips already being occupied by someone else’s. So I turned to Trip. He had seen it, but he didn’t quite understand the significance. That was the first guy Mars had kissed since Todd. David seemed surprised but pleased.
Tori Mae came back. “Hey, there’s a beautiful accent that happens to be attached to a beautiful guy down there. Why don’t you go have a little fun with him for old time’s sake?”
“Tori Mae,” Mars commented. “‘Old times’ were yesterday.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine, I just want Cass to crush him and send him over to me so I can get a number.”
“Tori Mae, that’s just mean!”
“But he’s British!”
I thought about this for a moment. “I’ll be back,” I said, picking up my Ruby Pineapple.
“Cass, don’t do it!”
“Relax Mars. I know what I’m doing,” I called over my shoulder.
I sat next to him and took a drink in a way that was extremely familiar to me. I simply waited for the comment to come.
“You know, you’re like a dictionary. You give meaning to my life.”
She was right. That is a beautiful accent.
“Well that’s a nice thing to tell a girl. What’s your name?”
“Callum.”
“Well, Callum, what if I were to tell you that there is an attractive girl in this bar who is dying to get your number?”
“I’d ask which one.”
I pointed at Tori Mae. “It’s the cute little bartender over there. And she’d probably be willing to give you hers.”
He moved the napkin in front of him closer to him so I could see. “Then tell her to come down here because I need a refill.”
The napkin already had a phone number written on it.
“I will do that.” I picked up my drink and started back to my seat. I turned back around. “Oh, and make sure you only call her Tori Mae. Not Tori. She won’t like that.”
He nodded. “Tori Mae.” She will definitely like the sound of her name said in his voice. I took my place between a watchful Mars and an entirely absorbed Nick. Tori Mae was bouncing up and down.
“Well? Well? Well? What’d he say? Come on, tell me, please tell me, pretty, pretty please.”
I looked at her coolly over the top of my drink.
“He needs a refill.”
This confused her.
“But, his drink is full. How can he need a refill?”
I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her closer. “Go down there,” I growled. “He needs a refill.” I released her.
She brushed off her shirt. “Jeez, no need to get shirty with me.” Then she laughed at her bad pun. She picked up a pitcher, probably not even what he was drinking, and went down there. I watched from around the side of Mars. She smiled. He smiled. He pushed the napkin forward. He said something. She grabbed another napkin and pulled the pen out of her hair. She scribbled something onto the napkin and pushed it toward him, almost giving him the pen as well. He picked up the napkin, held it up to her, paid his tab, and walked out. He smiled at me as he passed. I looked back at Tori Mae. She had a huge smile on her face and looked like she was going to pass out.
“Tori Mae,” Trip called. She woke up from her daydream. “There’s a glass that needs to be cleared there.” She giggled and picked up the glass. She set it behind her on the growing stack of dirty dishes that would be taken back to the washroom when it was full.
“Well,” I said getting up. “That’s one job done. I’m going to the ladies’ room. Be back in a few.” Nobody paid any attention to me.
When I got to the bathroom that Stephen had tried less than a week ago to get me to have sex with him in, I saw a guy standing outside the doors.
“Excuse me,” he said. He sounded very polite. Too polite. “Could you do me a favor? My girlfriend ran in there and I think she might be sick. Can you check on her for me?”
Where have I heard that one before? “Sure thing.”
I pushed open the bathroom door and saw a girl, barely twenty-one, sitting on the bathroom floor with her back to the wall.
“Are you the girl that the guy outside is looking for?”
“Probably. I don’t want to talk to him though.”
“Did he just dump you?”
She looked up, surprised. “Yeah. How did you know?”
I sat down next to her. “Because believe it or not, I was right where you were a week ago.”
“Right here?” She pointed at the floor she was sitting on.
“Well,” I admitted, “not this floor. I was at Seventh Steakhouse when he dumped me.”
“That has to be a cleaner restroom than this one.”
“Hey, I’m close with the bartenders and they’re the ones that clean this up after hours.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend anyone.”
“It is true though. Those bathrooms are a heck of a lot cleaner than these.”
“So, what did you do? After you left the bathroom?”
“Well, I had called a friend to pick me up, but I couldn’t get to the front doors without passing by the guy.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, I know. So I started yelling at him and it turned out that he had been cheating on me. For four months of our six month relationship. So I yelled at him some more and shoved his face into my dinner plate.”
“Which was?”
“Chicken fried steak. With extra gravy.”
“Ew.”
“I know. So I went home with my friend. Have you called a friend to come pick you up yet?”
“No.”
“Do that. Now. I’ll wait.”
She pulled out her phone and pushed a speed dial button. She waited, and then said “Maria? Can you come pick me up? I’m at The Purple Coconut and Luke just dumped me.” She paused while Maria answered her. “Yeah, I’m just sitting in the restroom and talking to this really nice woman.” Another pause. “Okay, I’ll be waiting for your call.” She hung up. “She’ll be here in twenty minutes. She’s going to call me when she gets here.”
“Good plan.”
“So, continue with your story please.”
“I went out and got in the car. I had called my best guy friend to come pick me up because my best friend and room mate was on her first promising date in a long time. But he had called her to be there when I got home because he doesn’t do well with crying. Not well at all. So I get home and she’s waiting and I cried all weekend.”
“Then what? I mean, you seem okay now.”
“Sunday night, my best friend came in and gave me a pep talk. She told me how she went through her big love and lost him. Even though I was there with her through the whole thing, she hashed it all out so I could get something out of it. Then she came up with this whole dramatic plan. It involved be flirting with a different guy every night.” I looked her dead in the eye. “Don’t do that. Trust me. It was a bad idea. Sure it worked, but I got in so much trouble for it. The trick is to just have fun. Don’t do it any special way. Weirdly enough, one of the big things that helped me was the time my best friend got yogurt in my hair.”
“Why did she get yogurt in your hair?”
“Because we were playing a prank on my best guy friend. Something to do with pudding wrestling. It’s an inside joke. But trust me, it will get better.”
“It doesn’t feel like it will.”
“My best friend, the one who lost her love? She gave up everything she had for him. And she had a lot. Then he cheated on her and broke up with her and got cheated on and tried to get her back. She went through a lot of tough stuff for this guy.”
“Where is she now?”
“Right outside with her new boyfriend.”
“Well, that had a happy ending.”
“It sure did. Are you going to be all right?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
“Okay.”
I walked out of the bathroom and straight into the guy. “Well, is she all right?” He sounded mad now.
“Just go home man. Just go home. Unless you want to be humiliated in front of a group of people who don’t take kindly to girls getting dumped on dates, you will go home.”
He seemed to get the message. He took off out the front door. I leaned back into the bathroom. “Hey, if you want to come wait with my group, you can. He’s gone now.”
“No thanks,” she said. “I just want to be alone for a little bit.”
“Well, if you change your mind, we’re out here.”
“Thanks.”
I went back over to the bar. Trip was the only one who realized how long I had been gone.
“What took you so long?” Trip asked.
“There was an incident in the bathroom. Someone got dumped on a date.”
He shook his head. “When will guys learn?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
He sat silent for a moment. “Well, I’m a fast learner.”
“Oh are you?”
“Well, I know the basics. Don’t dump a girl on a date.”
“That’s a big one.”
“And don’t make assumptions about her.”
“That’s another good one. You were listening.”
“I listen to a lot of things you say.”
Oh my gosh.
“So, do you want to be my date for the party I’m hosting?”
“I would love to be.”
I wasn’t sure where this was going to go.
But I was pretty sure I was going to like it.