Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Pom Pom Angel: Love Rescue pt. 18


The bar was packed, and Gus could already feel his body temperature rising.  Just what he needed on his first date with Regina, pit stains.  He squeezed past a couple of finance bros, and made his way up to the bar, signaling the bartender the best he could. 

The bartender, a young man in a shirt so tight that his nipples threatened to rip through the fabric, made his way down the bar, leaning over the bar top towards Gus.  Even then Gus could barely here the guy asking what he wanted to drink.

“A beer!” His voice was instantly swallowed up by the noisy crowd. 

The bartender nodded, and wandered off. 

When Gus turned back towards the crowd, he found Regina standing directly in front of him. 

“Hey!” He yelled at her, but from the look on her face she hadn’t heard him. 

She spoke, her voice never reaching his ears, but it looked like her mouth was making the words “This place is packed.”  Or she was telling him that someone had just gotten sacked, but he couldn’t be sure. 

A minute later Gus had his beer, and Regina ordered her own.  Then, drinks in hand, they made their way towards the terrace, which really was just a few tables on the sidewalk blocked in by some rusted metal fence. 

“Sorry about that.” Gus plopped down into one of the metal chairs. 

Regina sat across from him, “I was hoping for somewhere a little more… relaxed.” 

“I’m not to familiar with most of the restaurants around here. Or the bars, actually.” He cleared his throat. “Honestly, most of my life is spent with take out and cable.” 

“And you gave all that up to go out with me tonight?” She smiled. “How sweet.” 

“Why’d you ask me out, Regina?” Gus sipped his beer, hoping that alcohol would loosen the knot of muscles that was building in his back. 

“Why do you ask?” She leaned back, crossing her legs at the knee. 

He was finally able to get a good look at her.  She was wearing black skinny jeans and a light blue t-shirt.  Her make up was light, her hair hanging loose (save for a little clip holding her hair away from her face.)  She looked totally, and utterly relaxed.  She looked calm. 

She looked beautiful.

“Well,” he took another sip, “you’ll think I’m crazy for saying this but my friend, the one you met earlier, she thinks you’re some kind of succubus out to steal my soul, or something.”

Regina laughed.  She laughed loud, throwing her head back.  She laughed so loud that the people in the bar turned to look at her. 

Gus felt a little chill zing up his spine. 

“I am not a succubus.” She leaned forward, taking a long drink from her beer.  “Don’t worry about that.” 

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