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Mike Rivers (Part 1)

July 16th, 2010 | 1 comment »

When I first sat down next to her, I didn’t even noticed her.  Work had been hell, and I was focused on getting a Guinness into my system as fast as possible. 

As I felt the cool, thick liquid slide down my throat, I must have sighed out loud, because she turned my way and said, “Bad day at work?”

That’s when I realized the blonde sitting to my right at the bar.  I scanned her quickly, what I could see of her from the waist up at least.  Nice smile, with small features.  Not a knockout, but definitely cute. 

I realized I hadn’t answered her question.  “Yeah, you know how work is some days.”

“I’m Brittney,” she said, extending a tiny hand in my direction.  “This is Lila,” she said leaning back so I could see the brunette seated next to her, who was busy flirting with the bartender.

“Mike,” I said, shaking her outstretched hand.  It felt small and childlike inside my own.  I was afraid I’d break it if I squeezed too hard.

“You live here?” she asked, quietly sipping whatever yellow fruity-looking concoction she was drinking.

I didn’t answer right away because I was pounding the Guinness, hoping to chase away the day and enjoy some friendly conversation with the cute blonde.  I think she said her name was Brittney.  I hope that’s what she said.  My head is pounding so hard, I’m having trouble concentrating. Continue reading »

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