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looked nervously
towards the back.
    “Birdie-- I’m not afraid of your boy.”
    “You don’t know him…he likes to fight.”
    I couldn’t help but laugh. I grabbed her
chin and turned her face to mine. God her skin was fucking soft, so
yeah I was drunk so I ran my thumb across her chin and under it and
I definitely wanted to rub lower but I was kind of digging the
chase, “Look at me Birdie, and tell me if you see a man who would
walk away from a fight.”
    She jerked her face away from my hand like I
was some fucking disease. I could have pointed out that reaction
would have had a better effect if she hadn’t let me hold her face
for at least fifteen seconds before pulling away, but I won’t—not
yet anyway.
    “Please leave.”
    “Say it like you mean it Birdie, and look at
me when you do,” I didn’t want to leave, I wanted her tonight
almost as much as I wanted her to leave the shitbag.
    “I mean it,” her head snapped towards me and
she looked into my eyes, “Please.”
    I could’ve sworn I saw fear in her eyes this
time, “Birdie if you’re…”
    “Please just leave me alone!”
    “It’s a public place Birdie, I’m not going
anywhere.”
    I ordered two drinks and turned towards the
dance floor as I leaned on the bar closer to this little creature
who was holding my attention a bit longer than I would’ve normally
allowed without knowing where we were heading.
    “He’s gonna be back.”
    “Again Birdie I’m not afraid of the
little…”
    “Where did you go?” the taller brunette
asked.
    “Pretty stupid question seems how I’m right
in front of you, don’t you think?”
    Birdie giggled and I couldn’t help but smile
at her.
    “You said you were bringing back drinks and
well…we’d like to get out of here soon.”
    I looked again to Birdie and she was trying
not to smile, and she had the sweetest little dimple. I leaned over
to give it one last try, “Birdie…”
    “My name is Tara,” she smiled.
    “Birdie,” I started again, “Let’s you and I,
get the fuck out of here.”
    “You’re drunk,” she smiled and looked
away.
    “Well it’s your lucky night, when I’m
whiskie’d up I last even longer.”
    “Well then those two should have an
interesting night.” She wasn’t pissy anymore, she was smiling and
damn if that didn’t make me want her even more. “I have a
boyfriend…”
    “Well why don’t he and I trade, he can have
these two and I’ll take you. I promise to get you home before…”
    “Everything alright, Tara?”
    “The shitbag …” She gave me a look and I
stopped talking, “Nah, no problem here. I was just gonna tell
Bir…Tara that her friend and Carly got married a few hours
ago.”
    Tara smiled, “They did?”
    “Stupid right, that’s what I tried to tell
them but…” she smacked me and laughed. I smiled back. I knew it was
a sloppy smile just as much as I knew I wasn’t getting into that
skirt tonight. I was in the friend zone to the exotic little Bird
now. I even played the Carly card-- what the fuck was that
about?
    The bartender set the drinks on the bar and
I grabbed them and handed them to the two luckiest girls in this
joint and handed another to Birdie.
    “She’s kind of new here.” I grabbed her
phone off the bar and entered Carly’s number, “She would love to
hear from you.”
    Shitbag was eye fucking this evening’s
entertainment as they waited for me.
    I leaned in and whispered, “When you’re
ready to take me up on my offer Birdie, Carly can give you my
digits. Say the word and I’ll kick his ass and show you what it’s
like to be properly fucked.”
    Apparently I said it too loud because
shitbag felt he could put his hands on me, “You’re gonna lose those
hands fucker.”
    The pussy let go, “Watch yourself.”
    “Can’t hate a man for trying,” I nodded to
the girls and they each took an arm.

 
    Tony and I
     
    Three people, that’s how many people were
nice without reason in my life right now. Four if