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A Restless Night

January 28, 2010

I was restless, wound tight, and nothing was easing it. I’d tried finding some porn, but nothing captured my attention. When I got like this my favorite thing to do was to go looking for trouble. I didn’t always find it, but the act of looking eased something in me. A quick shower, then on went the jeans and shirt; the dark boots. I’d never been able to do the “girly” thing when I was in this mood. I went out bare bones: id in my back pocket with enough money for pool and the juke; an ATM so I could run a tab.

I never knew what I would find; sometimes it was a simple evening. A few games of pool, some moving to the beat, a few beers or tequila. Sometimes I’d run into friends and we’d spend the evening talking and laughing; hitting the dance floor when good songs came n. Tonight felt rather dangerous though. I need something more but I couldn’t figure it out.

The juke was quiet when I stepped into my favorite little dive. Most of the waitresses were nothing to write home about; snots for the most part, but drawing in a crowd that liked that sort of bitchy stuck up blondes. I just rolled my eyes and moved past to set the mood for the evening with the music. With a quick punch of the button “Crazy Bitch” blasted through the speakers. I sighed happily. That was a good start. I flipped and punched, punched and flipped, until I had suitably loaded the playlist. Not that it was all the same genre. I’m sure I’d be pissing some people off with my selections. Fuck ’em. I was in that kind of mood.

I found the one bartender that I could stand, and ordered myself a Corona with a shot of tequila. Might as well get it kicking in early. Looking around, there wasn’t a lot going on in the bar. Two pool tables were free so that meant no competition for them. That was good news. More good news: this bartender remembers the lime and salt. A quick lick and pour then down with the tequila. God I loved that flavor. The lime between my teeth gave off just enough tang to set off the drink.

Hmm. Didn’t seem to be any trouble to get into damnit. Too quiet. I’m a lousy pool player but I racked the balls anyway. It was going to feel good to ram the cue into the balls. Half the time they went flying the wrong way, but every once in a while I managed to land one exactly the way I wanted. Some times I sunk one in spite of myself. I was getting into the game and feeling a bit better, though still edgy, when a voice asked softly if I’d want to play the next game with them. I looked up into baby blue eyes surrounded by dark curls. Something inside me roared fiercely – I wanted to tug those curls, see them twisted between my fingers.

“Who’s we?” I asked. “Me and my friend,” she said, pointing him out. Cute little indie boy was at the bar getting them drinks. He turned and smiled as he waited for the drinks. Damn sexy lips that needed to be sucked and bitten. “Sure,” I said with a twisted smile. “I’d love to play with you a bit.”

6 Comments leave one →
  1. Kelley permalink
    January 29, 2010 4:25 am

    I know EXACTLY what you mean about being restless, looking for trouble. Been there and done that. “Sexy lips that needed to be sucked and bitten”…. such a wonderfully hot phrase. Very very nice.

    • sweetspice permalink*
      February 2, 2010 8:52 pm

      Thanks very much! They should have warning signs for us when we get like that.

  2. thepinkpoppet permalink
    January 29, 2010 7:34 am

    I adore that last line…so inviting and makes the mind carry the story on and on.

    • sweetspice permalink*
      February 2, 2010 9:19 pm

      I admit, that was my intention. *grin*

  3. Rubi Jayne permalink
    January 29, 2010 6:33 pm

    You do first person so well. I’m jealous.

    <3<3

    • sweetspice permalink*
      February 2, 2010 9:19 pm

      I am going to savor that comment! Thanks!

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