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of bottles and glasses over and is now climbing it to get to the other side.
    “Yeah, let’s get out of here before glass starts flying in this direction. All I need is a trip to the ER for stitches.” Les says as she makes her way around me and we slither our way to the door.
    “Fucking cunt!” We hear Mets fan’s fist hit Yankee fan’s face, the sound echoing throughout the now quiet bar. The fans have all stopped screaming and yelling and now it’s dead silent. I look back towards the bar from the door and the two men are standing there, circling each other like ninjas, waiting for the other to make the next move.
    Before the second punch is thrown , a security guard or cop or something jumps in between them and pushes them both back from each other. Les is tugging at my arm, trying to yank me out of the bar, but this man that has stepped in has caught my attention. “Hold on a sec.” I tell Les as I pull my arm out of her grasp.
    “What? Come on Syd, let’s get out of here before the shit hits the fan.”
    “No, hold on. No shit is hitting any fan here.” I say as I nudge my chin towards the commotion in the center of the bar.
    “Fuck. Me. Who is that?” Les whispers in my ear as he r eyes locate the bouncer.
    “No clue, but I’m sticking around to fin d out.” I say as I walk back into the bar, straight to our still vacant table. My glass of wine is still sitting there with one last swallow in it, so I chug it back and sit down.
    Leslie reluctantly follows me back into the bar and sits down beside me, her eyes wide with panic like a riot is going to break out and she’s in the middle of it. “Relax.” I tell her. “The fight is over, hot dude in the center has nipped this one in the bud.”
    I rake my eyes over this man’s body. No wait, he is not a man. He’s a God. Dark hair, almost black and messy with matching dark eyes and a scruffy chin. He’s wearing a tight black tee shirt that hugs his arms and chest. Low riding jeans that invite your curiosity as to what’s hiding under there. My face heats and I embarrass myself at the naughty thoughts going through my mind.
    I’ve never seen a man in person that has made my brain go in to erotic overdrive. My typically vanilla mind has taken a severe left turn and is heading somewhere it’s never been. I’ll take these feelings home with me and store them somewhere for a rainy day. I’ve never been one to pick up guys in bars and take them home, so tonight will be no different. I’ll just watch from the side-lines.
    “Earth to Sydney.” I hear Les to my left jarring me out of my thoughts.
    “What?”
    “Where’d you go? Are you okay?” She asks, poking her finger in my arm trying to get my attention.
    “Yeah, Les. I’m right here, just watching.”
    “Well, I got worried for a second when you didn’t respond. What’s got you all tied up?”
    “Huh? Oh, nothing. Just waiting for the show to start. I wanna see what the bouncer does to those two coots that were squaring off.” The bouncer that has caught my eye is big, but the two dudes going at it are bigger. Not beefier bigger, but fatter bigger. One squash and the bouncer could go down, though I doubt it.
    Then, three of NYPD’s finest show up and cuff the two brawlers, hauling them out of the bar.
    The bouncer stays behind talking to who I think is probably the manager. I hear the bouncer laugh as he smacks the manager on the shoulder and turn towards the door, his smile lighting up the room. I can’t take my eyes off of him, and I can feel Leslie’s eyes on me, a smile cracking her lips. He glances around the bar and our eyes meet. He doesn’t look away and neither do I, cause I’m frozen solid. I feel Les nudge my leg under the table and I finally pull my eyes down. I know I’m blushing, cause I do that easily, but I don’t look back up. I can still feel his eyes on me and I know now is the time to escape.
    “Go talk to him.” Les whispers in my ear.
    “Ah, hell no. I