The Bar - Friday 5pm

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Shifting the phone from one hand to the other, I take a sip of my drink and nervously tap the ball of my foot against the ground. The other foot rests on the rung of the barstool so I can bounce my knee. A nervous habit, I’ll admit it. The bartender brings me another drink and I nod to him in thanks before staring back down at the phone in my hands

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Keith walks down the wheelchair ramp and out into the parking lot, holding the straps of his book bag and kicking a few stones that cross his path. It's Keith favorite time of the day as he watches all the colors from the sunset dance around on the cars. He pauses by his car when he feels a vibration in the back pocket of his stylish new jeans.

"The interns can't possibly need me again, this soon."

He mumbles to himself as he reaches around to grab the phone. He doesn't recognize the number and finds himself looking around for the janitor. Keith would not be fooled again by another one of the Janitor's pranks. After cautiously opening the phone he places it to his ear.

"Hello?"

It was Dan. Keith froze at the other man's voice. He never expected Dan to call and after only two days. He finally broke his silence and finds himself thankful that the man didn't hang up on him.

"Hey Dan! Um, how are you buddy?"

Keith rolls his eyes at himself for stuttering over all of his words.

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The other man sounds suspicious when he answers the phone and my stomach knots itself even more. Once he starts talking, however, it loosens and I’m able to slide back into my normal, confident self. Well, confident on the outside at any rate. I’ve always been good at hiding what I’m feeling when the need arises.

I grin as he stutters over his words. He sounds more nervous than I am. I still don’t know why I’m nervous. He’s just a friend. A friend that I’ve kissed. Twice. But the first one was a long time ago and he doesn’t even remember the second one so it’s ridiculous to be this anxious.

“I’m…I’m pretty good. How are you?” I pause as a thought comes to me and say, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything,”

[meisterofdudes]

Keith fiddles with his keys as he holds the phone in his other hand.

"No, no I was just about to go home for the night."

The keys slip from his grasp and fall to the cement. He bends down to pick them up and slams his head into the side of the car. He drop the hand holding the phone to his side and rubs his forehead with his other palm.

"Ow."

He whines and puts the phone back to his ear.

"Sorry, I dropped my keys."

He shrugs it off with awkwardly nervous laughter as he feels a bruise forming below his hairline. He hears voices in the background and turns a question on Dan.

"So, where are you?"

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“If you’re going home I don’t want to keep you. I imagine you want to get out of there as fast as you can.” I tell him, praying that he doesn’t hang up the phone, “I’m just hanging out at the bar. I was going to try and score with some hot babe but there seems to be a lack of them tonight,” I give a forced laugh that hopefully doesn’t sound as forced as it was and eye the girl at the other end of the bar again before swiveling around on the stool to watch people playing pool.

I bounce my knee anxiously and babble, “I didn’t really have any plans for tonight. Just kind of hanging out. I was thinking about going to see Johnny, but I don’t think I will.”