The Bar
One year ago
We were in our favorite bar, T.D.’s, trying to get our drink on. There was this poser punk band playing on the stage. I have no idea why T.D. hired these losers. He is usually better at finding talent for his bar. I mean they were sucking ass more than we did when we first started playing. We were all watching and listening in agony when Ryan decided to take ice cubes from his gen and tonic and hurl them at the lead singer. He was a good shot because every cube hit this poor boy in the face. Ryan would shout repeatedly “, you suck! Get off the fucking stage!” The horrible musicians in this band were troopers, I have to give them that much. They continued to struggle through their set despite the ridicule.
I remember hearing the clank sound through the speakers as the last ice cube hit the lead singer’s front tooth near the microphone. We all laughed hysterically and the singer flipped Ryan off. This was exactly what Ryan was waiting for. He smiled and rushed the stage. Ryan grabbed the singer’s pants legs and yanked him off of the stage. The poor guy cracked his head on the edge of the stage on his way down. The other three band members rushed Ryan and began to beat the shit out of him as Ryan kept laughing. I remember screaming “, let’s kick some ass!” Jeremy yelled “c’mon mother fuckers!” Aaron and Chris rushed with us to the fight. Dana hung back in his seat as usual, he wasn’t much for violence.
On the way to the fight, Chris’s eye was caught by a hottie that had been watching him all night. He opted not to fight and disappeared with her out the back door.
T.D. jumped up on the stage and yelled in the microphone “, break it up, assholes, or I’m gonna call the cops”. We quickly stopped fighting and returned to our beer to regroup. The band went back to the stage to start packing up their instruments.
“That was awesome!” Jeremy laughed. “Where the hell is Chris?” Aaron asked, nearly out of breath.
Chris and the hottie were behind the bar. Her hands were pressed firmly against the dumpster as Chris fucked her from behind. You could almost hear her scream in ecstasy from inside the bar “ah, ah, yes, yes, give it to me, daddy!” I can imagine the sexy tattoo of skull and crossbones with the word princess underneath jerk up and down as Chris piled into her. Chris was fully clothed with only his zipper unzipped.
“Thanks, bitch,” Chris said as he pulled out. He slapped her on her naked ass and picked up her panties to wipe himself clean. After he was satisfied with his dryness he threw the underwear back at the poor girl.
“You’re an asshole!” Chris laughed “; I get that all the time.” He laughs again and walks back into the bar, leaving her to dress alone in the dark alley.
We were finishing our beer as Chris walked up. “Where the hell were you?” I asked, although I knew the answer. “Yeah man, you missed a kick ass fight. Those guys were a bunch of pussies.” Aaron added. “I was fighting a pussy too, behind the bar,” Chris smiled as he smarted back. Let’s get out of here, I have to work tomorrow,” Chris continued. Dana laughed “, you don’t work.” “Shut up, bitch,” Chris gave Dana the usual slap to the back of his head.
We left the bar and started down the crowded downtown street. We separated one-by-one as we reached our vehicles. Dana was the last one to leave me. I remember that he seemed to fade away as he made his way through the crowd, although I never thought much of it until now.
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