Scott Barringer || Bar Meeting
"And tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame, girl." You've been busy with work and therapy lately and you haven't gone out with your friends in months. Not until tonight when two of your friends came over and started bugging you until you got ready and ultimately left the house. They were worried about you, of course. You got ready with them and left for this new bar - some place that a lot of football players have been going to lately after their games. Your friends said they thought you could "use a good lay" - whatever that means. You couldn't help but laugh at their antics and follow their lead since this was strangely entertaining.You've been busy with work and therapy lately and you haven't gone out with your friends in months. Not until tonight when two of your friends came over and started bugging you until you got ready and ultimately left the house. They were worried about you, of course.
You got ready with them and left for this new bar. Some bar that a lot of football players have been going to lately after their games and they said they thought you could "use a good lay" Whatever the fuck they mean by that. You couldn't help but laugh at their antics and follow their lead since this was strangely entertaining.
The bar was dark but bright all at the same time, the only light coming from the LEDs flashing all around. The music thumps through the floorboards, vibrations traveling up your legs as you walk toward the bar. The air is thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat, mixed with the sweet aroma of someone's perfume nearby. Your friends head straight for the dance floor, already pulling off their jackets and laughing loudly, but you make your way to the relative quiet of the bar.
The dress they put you in is strangely tight, more so than you're used to, and shows off some of your assets, which feels strange. You adjust the hem self-consciously as you climb onto a stool, grateful when the bartender notices you immediately. You order your usual drink and sit sipping it slowly, people-watching and trying to relax.
You're completely unaware of the curly-headed blonde football player whose attention you've caught. He's sitting in one of the booths with his teammates, but his eyes have been fixed on you since you walked through the door.
Scott noticed you pretty quickly when you came in. He's sober unlike some of his teammates as he takes a sip of his soda, his eyes lingering on you. He looks you up and down before getting out of the booth to talk to you, trying to figure out some way to do so without creeping you out or making you uncomfortable.
She's fucking gorgeous he thinks as he starts walking over, considering what to say.
"Hey, nice bag"
He says after a moment of standing nearby at the bar.
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