I Came Out To Have A Good Time And Honestly I'm Feeling So Attacked Right Now
You found yourself in the same bar every night. It had been six months exactly since your boyfriend had gone to war, and two months since you’d received the letter. We regret to inform you that Robert Novak has been killed in action. The past sixty nights had been spent in this same bar.
The last sixty nights had been spent being eyed by the same guy in the same bar.
He was tall, with dark, curly hair and chiseled features. His dark brown eyes would have been seductive if they didn’t spend most of the time boring into your breasts.
You watched him out of the corner of your eye tonight, your pulse speeding up when you saw him leave his seat and walk in your direction. You could smell the brandy on him from three feet away, and when his breath was hot on your neck, you wanted to vomit.
“What’s a pretty dame like yourself doing all by herself in a place like this?” he asked you.
“Please leave me alone,” you said sternly, not bothering to turn to face him. You heard a stool being pushed back behind you.
“I asked you a question. You all alone?”
“I came out to have a good time, and honestly I’m feeling so attacked right now. Leave me alone.”
“I give a rat’s ass if you’re feeling attacked. What do you say we take this into the alleyway?” he muttered, hands sliding up your sides and over your breasts. He was suddenly yanked from you, and you heard a punch being landed. You spun quickly on your heel, and there was a man beating the shit out of the creep.
You stared in awe, your mouth slightly open, as he slammed punch after punch into the man’s face, screaming, “SHE SAID TO LEAVE HER ALONE!” into his bloody features. People were crowding around to watch, and you cringed in embarrassment. When you were sure that your assailant was nearly unconscious, you seemed to snap out of your trance, grabbing the man who was straddling the other, now surely unconscious man, and pulling him off him.
He spun to face you and you stared into his face, whispering “What was that for?” He was incredibly handsome, his eyes were bright blue, his hair messy.
“Y–you knew what he was going to do. I–I’m sorry.”
“Can we talk outside?”
“I–” He paused, looking unsure what to say. “Sure.”
As soon as the cold November air hit your cheeks, you layed it down. “What the hell? You don’t even know me and you’re defending me like I’m your sister or something? I don’t need protecting, thank you very much, and certainly not from–” You looked at him, and god dammit, he was giving you puppy eyes. You sighed. “I’m sorry. That was really brave of you, though certainly unnecessary. Thank you.”
“It’s no problem, really.”
“Hey, uh, actually...maybe you could buy me a drink sometime,” you suggested with a wink.
“Oh, that’s how it’s gonna be?” he replied, laughing.
“If you want. I’m not stupid, I know that if you beat a man unconscious for a woman, you probably have a little crush. But who could blame you? Look at me.”
“You’re getting even cuter than I thought you already were, cocky girl.”
“It’s confidence. Only a little bit of arrogance. So, I’ll see you tomorrow, here, at 8?”
“Tomorrow here at 8.”
“Alright,” you said, planting a kiss on his cheek, “See you then, my dear knight in shining armour.”
“See you then, damsel in distress.”
You rolled your eyes as you walked home, smiling.