Nothing too interesting. I was just going stay home and read a book. It never hurts to re-read a classic.
If you like reading, I guess that’s a good way to pass time. So, what did you end up doing?
This bar is actually becoming rather boring. I should have just stuck with my first plan for the night.
And that would be?
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She blinked, to shocked by his words to even say anything, but not totally surprised that would be something he thought about. He was a perv that was for sure and he loved getting under her skin and she foolishly let him, but she most certain didn’t have time for his shit. Not tonight. Taking a deep breath, knowing that it may hurt just a little, as she was using all of her strength to perform her task. She roughly wrenched her wrists from his grasp. She quickly tried leaping to her feet but instead she she fell back into the opposite side of the couch, but far enough where he couldn’t grasp her wrists anymore and if he grabbed her feet she would just kick him in the face. He would deserve it after all for his comment about her and his brother.
Looking at her reaction, Raúl thought he hit a spot and laughed about it a little bit. He didn’t really believe Nick would appreciate Moira sitting on his lap no matter how hot she looked… Nick had a boyfriend after all. He didn’t expect her next move, twisting her arm from his grip, she actually let herself loose. He then sat up, letting her go. “I guess it’s time for bed, huh?” He grinned, thinking he’d get her again some other time.
It took Moira a while to process the exchange between the men after she had spoken. All she knew at the moment was that she needed to leave. Things had escalated and she just didn’t want to be near that James and his grabby hands anymore. She came out tonight to have fun and hoped he would show her a good time, but she should have known the kind of “good time” he was looking for and if that was the case, she would have been better off staying home with a glass of wine and her cat. That would have been way more enjoyable than this.
She was finally understanding what was going on when she was being pulled away by Raul. She willingly followed him towards the bar’s exit but she was roughly grabbed and toss aside by James who lunged for her husband. She careened into a table, nearly knocking over the glasses on top. Spotting from the corner of her eye the table she and her friends were at previously, she quickly jetted toward it to grab her shoes not wanting to leave them behind.
She walked passed James on her way back to her husband, quickly gathering saliva into a mouth and spitting on him. “You racist motherfucker! No one fucking talks shit to my husband! Molestatore!” She shouted as Raul pulled her to the exit. She even chucked one of her shoes at James, hitting him right on the forehead.
She stumbled into the warm evening, the change of scenery leaving her little hazy. She collapsed into the seat of his friend’s car, fumbling with the seatbelt until she finally got it on.
"What the fuck were you thinking getting involve with that asshole? Really?"
She turned to Raul, her words slurring in English and Italian. “Come facevo a sapere che era uno stronzo?” She asked, turning her head to look out in front of her. Her eyes closing to shut out the bright lights. “It’s not like he has a sign over his head detto “Ehi! I’m an asshole” She remained quiet for a moment before speaking once again. Her voice soft and gentle, “Mi dispiace, Raul…I am sorry. I’m sorry he called you a “shipwrecked mexican”.” She reached out and touched his shoulder, “I know we don’t get along but I would never tolerate anyone saying racial slurs to you or anyone else for that matter. I spat on him and threw my shoe at his face, ma se ero in mente giusto I would have clawed his eyes out with my fingers e versò l’alcolico più forte sul suo volto sanguinante…”
“Trust me, Moira, the dickhead doesn’t need a fucking sign for people to know he’s an asshole,” he blurted out, completely annoyed by the fact that she honestly thought James was a nice guy. He could smell the man’s bullshit from miles away and it was surprising that women like her actually fall for stupid shitheads like that. He managed to calm down a little when he heard what she said. He did see how she reacted towards James on their way out but he was so mad to even react himself. And did she just call him her husband in front of everybody? He was pretty sure it was the alcohol or god-knows-what James had given her that was talking.
He let out a sigh, eyes still focused on the road. They’ll be home soon. “Don’t worry about it. I’m use to it. Not that it’s a fucking good thing but I deal with shit like that every fucking day. Directly and indirectly. James is nothing. He’s all bark but apparently his bite’s not that hard,” he raised a hand to touch his jaw. It hurts a little but he’s sure it wasn’t going to bruise. His lower lip however which he bit by accident when James punched him, is all swollen. “Gotta watch out for people who do it behind your back, you know? Smiling at your face and then calling you names behind your back. Those are the dangerous ones. Coz they could be ‘friends’ you trust and then boom, the minute they need someone to throw under the bus, you, the colored guy, you’re the one they’d be quick to sacrifice. I had that happen to me a lot of fucking times. So you stick with your own. That’s all you can do,” realizing he was talking too much, he paused, shrugging his shoulders as if he was talking about nothing. What did she care about shit like this anyway?
His cousin wasn’t home so he parked Mike’s car right where his cousin would normally parked. He turned the car’s engine off before finally turning to her. “Are you okay to walk by yourself?” His voice lacked care, insisted that he was still annoyed and pissed with what happened tonight. “What did he give you anyway?” He wasn’t sure what they took but it must be something really strong. He smelled it in some of the glasses he took from their table. He then leaned in to take a better look at her face.
James roughly spun her around, pulling her body so close that she could barely breathe. His hands felt like they were everywhere at once, her legs, her ass, her waist, her breasts and in the back of her mind she could tell that this wasn’t exactly what she wanted. Especially not with this man. Sure, she wanted to get Raul jealous since he was fooling around and possibly hooking up with her friend but if this was leading to where she thought it was, then no way was she going to go for it.
"Mmm!" She let out a surprised moan when he kissed her, his tongue forcing it’s way into her mouth. At this point she was too far gone to even push him away. She looked around for her friend who had disappeared from the table along with Zach. "Scendere…di me." She mumbled in Italian, but it only seemed to spur the man on and he fondled her chest whispering about how good she felt and how sexy she sounded when she spoke her native tongue…
“Yo. D’you mind rolling your lizard tongue back inside your nasty ass mouth and out of my wife’s.”
Moira snapped out of her drunken stupor, to see Raul, who looked pretty pissed off, trying to get James off of her and for a brief moment it worked and she was more than grateful to get that slobbering dog off of her.
"Mo, come on. We’re going home. Come on."
She raised her hand to take Raul’s but James quickly pushed it down and stepped in front of her. “Man, just leave us alone. Why’d you gotta ruin our fun. I doubt she’d be into a shipwrecked mexican let alone marry one. Isn’t that right baby?” He said turning to Moira, not waiting for her to reply and when she did, he only spoke over her.
"Non voglio avere niente a che fare con il tuo culo viscido—" She started. "See she doesn’t want to go anywhere with you. So get lost!"
His Italian wasn’t that great but if he actually listened to what she said, he might’ve gotten what she was really saying. Although the situation was too hyped and he was too excited after being called a Mexican, he didn’t bother to find out whatever the fuck she said. Knowing her and her great loathe of him, this asshole James might actually be telling the truth.
He wouldn’t doubt it. As much as he hated the fact this guy just talked down to him, he agreed. Why would someone like her settle for someone like him when she could clearly be with someone like this punkass rich boy.
His hands clenched into tight fists after seeing how James brushed Moira aside. "See she doesn’t want to go anywhere with you. So get lost!" She was clearly wasted or she would’ve said something. She was the type of woman, at least he thought she was, that’d insist she could talk for herself. And given a chance to humiliate him, he knew she would take it.
"Yeah whatever asshole. I think she’s had enough for the night-"
"What did I just say, chico?" James poked him on the chest one more time. He could feel the tip of his ears heating up as blood was pumped up to his skull.
"I said to leave us the fuck alone. She doesn’t want to go with-" He had James’ fingers in his hand before he could even finish his sentence. He squeezed and twisted it so hard, he thought he heard him yelp.
"I told you not to touch me again. And one more thing, keep it up with your racist ass and I will shove your tongue all the way down your fucking throat," and pushed the man to the floor, people gathering around them.
With clenched jaws, he walked up to Moira, not giving her a chance to say anything. He was pissed. Pissed at James and pissed at himself for getting in the middle of this shit. He’ll probably lose his fucking job now. He took Moira by the elbow and started to lead her outside when he felt a tug on his shoulder, Moira was pulled away from him. When he turned around, his face was meeting James’ fist.
"Hijo de puta," he muttered, his jaw taking most of the blow. He also bit his lip which started to swell. James was aiming for another punch after pushing Moira to the side. That pissed him even more and did what he had been itching to do the second he saw the man earlier tonight; he made a hard fist with his right hand and laid one right in the man’s face. He exclaimed another curse as he felt the bones in his hand crack. Might’ve been pointing the wrong way and hit James’ face with his finger bones instead of his knuckles. Shaking his hand, he once again took Moira by the elbow, James sat on the dance floor with his hands over his bleeding nose.
On the way out, he luckily spotted Mike. “Dude, I need your car.”
Mike gave him the look and eyed Moira. “What the fuck is going on?”
"That asshole from the other night started the fight, he’s on the dance floor. I need to take my - her home. I need your car," he wore a stern look and Mike knew not to ask questions then. Sighing, Mike handed him the keys to his car. "I want it back tomorrow, Raúl."
"Yeah, yeah tomorrow. And take care of the brunette at the bar for me," and shook the man’s hand before taking Moira outside. He spotted his friends’ car right away and unlocked it, opening the door for her. "Hurry, get in the fucking car." And slammed the door close before making his way to the other side. They were on the road in no time, he was fuming, refusing to look at her. "What the fuck were you thinking getting involve with that asshole? Really?"
Moira smiled at the gentlemen that were presented to her. She placed one of the beers in front of her friend and drank her cocktail while she and her friend held light conversation with James and Zach. They seemed friendly enough and they most certainly kept her mind off of her friend and Raul, who stopped at their table briefly.
"Oooh who are these hotties?" Jillian giggled, taking a sip of her drink. Moira allowed her other friend to introduce the guys. While she ignored Jillian, who whispered about the possibility of her and Raul hooking up, to catch the exchange between her "husband" and the handsome young man. James it seemed, had a bad run in with Raul that got him kicked out. She could see that it bothered Raul and now she had a way to get under his skin. She had her target set and if he was going to have fun with her friend, she was going to have a little fun with a guy he couldn’t stand. Once Raul and her friend went outside, Moira got to work. It wasn’t hard, flirting with James and his friend. Clearly James was into her and she didn’t mind him so much either. He was a fun guy it seemed plus she didn’t have to spend any money on drinks since he was treating them.
"So ever danced with the green fairy." He asked, reaching into his jacket and pulled out a flask. Prior to asking, he told Zach to get them a few shot glasses three empty and three filled with club soda. She shook her head. "No…what’s that? Do you mean Absinthe? I know they call it the green fairy or something like that." She asked, watching him pour the alcohol from his flask in to a the empty cups.
"Yeaah. There’s a really neat trick I know and I only got top shelf quality alcohol. It requires a little fire, you guys in?" He looked around the table, "I know Zach doesn’t huff but you ladies wanna try it? It’s not harmfil. Right man?" Zach shook his head stating that he didn’t really prefer the taste of Absinthe. Her friend politely refused and usually Moira would never partake in such a thing especially with someone’s on secret stash, but she was so hell bent on getting her revenge she didn’t care at least one of her friends would be more sober than she was by the end of the night.
She watched carefully, as the man set the alcohol in the glasses on fire, his friend Zach blocking the view of any of the people working there. After burning the alcohol he poured the contents into the glasses on club soda and set the once flamming glasses upside down on a makeshift device of a napkin with a straw poked through, “Quick. Inhale the vapors and drink” She took hold of the straw and inhaled the vapors and picked up the glass of club soda and burnt alcohol and drank the contents.
It took a while but the drink started to effect her and it hit quick and hard. “Merda! Non riesco nemmeno a vedere cazzo di dritto!” She stumbled off her stool, kicking her shoes to the side. She held her hands out, “Vieni a ballare con me! Come dance!” She tip-toed through the bar and onto the crowded dance floor. As she danced in her own little world, she felt a pair of arms wrapping around her body. “Heeey!” She recognized it as James’ voice and before she knew it, his hands and mouth were all over her, but she was too drunk and too high on the music to care to push him away.
"Right," he replied to Jillian. "Well, you guys shouldn’t be hanging around those dicks. I know them. They’re bad fucking news," he didn’t really know the men but he just knew they weren’t up to any good. They were antagonizing bartenders the last time they were in the club and had to be escorted outside after gropping some female customers. "I dunno how they even got in," he tossed his half-smoked stick in the bin next to the light post and exhaled, cocking his head to tell her to come back in.
But fuck it, he thought to himself. If they want to mess with these assholes, who was he to stand in the fucking way. And walked straight back in the club. He was stopped in his tracks as they passed the girls’ table. Nobody was there except their empty shot glasses. He shook his head walked to the table. “Hold on a minute, let me clear this up and then we can go to the bar to get more-” he paused after smelling one of the glasses he was putting away in the tray he picked up from the nearby table. Jillian watched him curiously. “What’s wrong?”
A frown lined his forehead and ignored her question, quickly cleaning the mess the group made. After a few minutes he was heading back to the bar with Jillian right behind him. He put the glasses in the sink and fixed Jillian another drink. “On me,” he said, his eyes scanned the dance floor. “I gotta go check something out real quick, alright? Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back…” He didn’t want to leave her behind especially because he actually liked her [apart from the brief moment outside when he felt irritated but it was more him than her he was annoyed of, letting this shit about Moira get to him.]
He walked towards the dance floor, catching Jillian’s confused reply, “O—kay…”
Once there, it didn’t take long before he was standing right next to James, slobbering his wife. “Yo,” he called out, tapping the man on the shoulder quite hard. “D’you mind rolling your lizard tongue back inside your nasty ass mouth and out of my wife’s.”
It was one of those shit you see in the movies; the good guy interrupting a scene with this badass comment while the music playing and as he is finishing his line, the music suddenly stops and everyone hearing what he said and they just stand there, staring at him.
But he didn’t really give a flipping fuck. “Dude, I’m not asking you again-“
"Yeah, chico-” James turned around, poking him right on the chest, “I heard you. I think you’re mistaken. That can’t be your wife,” the man laughed at him after glancing at Moira. The punk truly didn’t believe she was his wife.
"Yo, touch me one more time and I’ll break your finger…" He warned the man and turned to Moira who appeared to be really fucking wasted. "Mo, come on. We’re going home," he called her, one hand held out to her. "Come on."
Moira rolled her eyes, watching how he reacted to her friend’s tattoo. Didn’t he have any decency? Even though she couldn’t stand him and could honestly care less about who he fucked or when he fucked but the fact that they were married, more so that he was showing interest in her friend just got under her skin. What pissed her off more was that she was letting it get to her in the first place. She picked up one of the vodka shots off the table and knocked it back then going after the other two and snatching her friend’s tequila shot. If she wanted to get through this night in once piece, she’d have to be fucking smashed.
"Hey I’ll be back," Her friend said giving both girls a wink, “I’m totally getting that bartender’s number. Might even take him home tonight!” Moira watched her friend dance over to the bar. If it was any other night, any other situation she would have been fine. She would have cheered her friend on, encouraged her to go after him, but she was her friend and he was her husband. “I’m getting drinks” Moira said, making her way over to the bar. She went up to one of the other bartenders a little ways away from where Raul and her friend were, but she could hear a little of their conversation.
“I’m Raúl by the way, what’s your name?”
“Thanks.." she could hear her friend say, "Nice to meet you, Raúl. I’m Jillian…" Moira watched as her friend practically inhale the drink Raul had given her. “Bitch.” She muttered under her breath turning her attention away from them and to the bartender that was taking her order, “Two Guinness please and a vodka tonic. Actually make that two vodka tonics. It’s gunna be a long night…” She went back to her table which was now occupied by two men in addition to her friend. “Moira!” Her friend’s face brightened upon seeing her. “Meet James and Zach! Zach, James, this is Moira, my sexy Italian lady.” Oh yeah…this was going to be a long night.
"Jillian, nice to meet you," he said, raising an eyebrow as he watched the woman down the drink he just made her. "You’re thirsty," he grinned and fixed her another drink. Then turned to see two of the other bartenders came from their breaks. "Good!" He said to them, "I haven’t had my break yet so you two take my place while I go smoke," he finished, walking around the counter when he noticed Moira carrying fresh drinks to their table. He was a bit bothered for a minute, thinking she’d be drunk before the night ends but pushed the thoughts away as he made his way to where Jillian was standing.
He had to say, she must be one of the prettiest girls he’d met and damn did she have nice legs and feet… She was immediately pressed on his body as soon as he stood next to her. “You gotta take it easy or I’ll start taking advantage of you,” he joked, not intending to move away. She giggled and sipped her drink before leaning in. “Hmmm, I’d like to see you do that…”
He laughed a little and took her hand to guide her outside. “C’mon. I need to smoke,” she obliged but stopped when they passed their table. “What are you doing?” He was confused, but scanned around the table as they stood around. Jillian talked to her friends and the new addition to their group one of whom he recognize as James. This asshole he kicked out two weeks ago for causing trouble.
"Sup, man," James wore a grin on his face and for a moment, he wanted to knock him out. Maybe it didn’t help that he was hanging around his wif- Moira. Well, she’s got good fucking taste, he crossed his arms on his broad chest.
"Nothing much," he eyed Moira. "Just don’t start any trouble again, man or I won’t think twice kicking you out again," and took Jillian’s hand to go smoke outside.
"D’you guys know those assholes?" He asked Jillian as he lighted a cigarette, inhaling furiously as he fidget on the side walk. Jillian shrugged her shoulders and continued to sip her drink.
"I dunno. Maybe Mimi knows them. She knows everybody in this city," she laughed and for the first time he felt kind of annoyed at the woman.