dude!” She smacked him across the face, “you are a real piece of shit.”
Ali and Lilly turned and looked at each other. Both of them had their eyebrows raised and their mouths crooked to the side.
The tall hunky blond in front of them tried to ease away from the girls, but the feisty curly haired girl continued yelling and slapping her hands at him.
“Marylou, can you help me wave down one of the bouncers,” he called over to the bartender.
“Look Camy, I hardly even know you. You need to back up off of me.” He was less reactive than most men might have been while they were being berated and physically assaulted. “You need to calm down and take a walk or something.”
“You don’t get the right to tell me what to do. Not after you used me and threw me aside like yesterday’s paper.” The more this girl yelled and flailed her arms around, the more she looked like a nineties troll doll by the minute.
Ali and Lilly were still speechless. They watched the crashing train wreck in front of them so intently they had not realized that Breaking Blood was on stage performing. Two big guys with bright yellow event staff tee shirts on came over wielding their mini flashlights.
The two men stepped between the couple, facing the troll. The bald black guy spoke first. “Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?”
Camy’s response was less than ladylike. She spit at him before proceeding to try and push what looked like a concrete wall out of the way to get at the guy she was fighting with.
The bouncers didn’t even say another word. They grabbed the girl by the arms and gently lifted her off the ground. All the while she was still screaming and kicking. They brought her to the closest exit and escorted her outside of the premises through the closest emergency exit.
“You see, that’s why I stay single, who wants to deal with that kind of nonsense?” Ali reached over and grabbed some napkins from the bar caddy and handed them to Lilly.
Lilly started to dab the pink drink that had saturated her once stark white tank top. The guy that she had been fighting with was tall and had a faux hawk type of haircut that could probably be tamed, but was gelled up into spikes at the crown of his head. He reached over her and waved down the bartender.
Lilly noticed that both of his ears were pierced. She thought that this guy definitely wasn’t worried about what others thought of him.
“Marylou, a club soda for the lady and whatever else she and her friend are drinking. I’m late and need to get back stage. I am supposed to grab waters for the guys?” He threw down a fifty on the bar.
“I got it, go ahead back. I will have the bar-back bring them back to you. I will send your change.” The bartender eagerly smiled at him.
“Thanks Mare. I can wait a second.” She hurried to grab the waters and handed him four bottles.
“Ladies, I’m really sorry for crashing your party.”
Lilly just looked up at him and stared into his baby blue eyes. They were not big and bright, instead they were squinted and seductive.
“Looks like I am going to owe you a new shirt.” He reached over and took the waters. “Maybe we can catch up later and I can grab your number.”
“Here you go, hun,” Marylou handed Lilly a cup of club soda and a clean bar rag. Lilly took it from her and stood up to try and dab it on her shirt.
“Cool buckle!” He gestured to Lilly.
She looked over to him and he lifted his shirt to not only give her a glimpse of his perfectly tanned flat stomach, but his belt buckle as well.
“Oh hey, looks like you at least have go od taste in your fashion attire,” Lilly responded both in awe of the view and shocked to see he had the same belt buckle on.
Before he turned to walk back into the crowd he winked at her. Lilly felt like she just got thrown a fast curve ball. She wasn’t even sure what just happened.
“Can you believe that jerk?” Ali asked.
“Huh, yeah, I know