10-05-2022, 02:33 PM
The new month got off to a good start. Sophie came over to my apartment. Her and I tried and failed to pull some lame pranks on each other, talked about the plans for the evening and just hung out. For once we didn't fight.
As the evening drew near she left for her place. We decided to meet up in town, at the usual pub.
I hadn't realized before, but I caught myself really looking forward to our night on the town. I could probably convince a few of Sophie's friends to hit up some clubs, stay out a bit later. I felt the need to let loose. Clear my mind a bit. My relationship with Sophie wasn't all that bad. We'd just been caught in a rut these last few weeks. Nothing that couldn't be turned around.
After taking a shower I turned up the volume on my speakers, connected to my laptop, and scrolled through my saved playlists. I settled on one containing classic rock music. To the tunes of "Kickstart My Heart" I air-guitared my way through picking out an outfit for the night. I settled on khakis and a light blue/nearly gray shirt. I probably used the iron as much as a pretend microphone as I used it to get the wrinkles out of the shirt. When I was done I rolled up the sleeves, fixed my hair, put on a jacket and headed out.
The pub was close to one of the main streets in town; a busy place filled with restaurants, cafés, and an assortment of stores. Down one of the side streets and to the right you could find my destination. A nice place. Popular, but not as filled with people as other places.
I got there before Sophie. Some of the people we were meeting were already there, but I didn't feel like hanging out with them alone. They were nice people, I just didn't know them that well.
As I walked up I noticed a bunch of guys smoking outside of the building. Among them were Mark, Sophie's ex. He was dark haired and had a beard. I was probably in better shape than him, but he was nearly a hand taller than me.
Mark happened to turn away from his friends and spotted me as I came walking by. I raised my hand and nodded at him, hoping I wouldn't have to talk to him. He nodded back at me and turned back to his friends. I was happy to end our interaction there. It's not like I had a problem with him, but for obvious reasons we were not really friends either.
Once I was inside the pub set out to find my sister, who was likely to be there with her own posse of friends.
The warm air inside was filled with scents of beer, barbecue and the constant chatter of it's patrons. It was more crowded than usual that evening. Nearly all of the booths and wooden bar stools were occupied.
Claire, one of my sisters friends, spotted me just as I found them not far from the bar.
"Sammy!" she exclaimed, putting her arms out as if to hug me.
I pushed my way past a table and some people to get to them.
"Hey guys," I greeted as Claire wrapped her arms around me. I had to push her blonde hair out of the way of my face to greet the other two girls.
"Hey," Olivia replied after pulling her friend off of me. Only to wrap her own arms around me herself and push herself up against my body with all her strength.
It was clear they were already well on their way to getting drunk.
Kate, the third friend, gave me a much more reasonable and shorter embrace. Though she was the only one of them in a relationship, as far as I knew.
"We're drinking!" Claire spoke to me loudly while leaning in. "You should drink too!"
Without waiting for my answer, she turned around to get the attention of the barkeep. Olivia and Kate just giggled at their friend.
Claire wore a white sweater which ended below her hips, and stockings. She filled out that sweater nicely though and it clung tightly to her form. I couldn't help looking as she reached over the bar table, the cloth sliding upwards ever so slightly.
Kate wore a blue top and beige pants, while Olivia had on a black dress. My sister, as always, looked beautiful. Her dress displayed her cleavage and body wonderfully while still managing not to look too fancy for a night on the town.
Together or individually the girls were a sight to behold. I caught guys looking over in their direction constantly.
"You wanna hang out with us tonight?" Olivia asked, walking up close to me and putting her arm around my waist with a smile.
"I can't," I answered while thankfully accepting the beer that Claire brought me. "Sorry, but you know I made plans with Sophie and her friends."
"Booo!" Claire exclaimed, positioning herself on the other side of me.
"Sorry," I repeated.
I took out a ten-dollar-bill to repay Claire for the drink but she shook her head in refusal.
"No need. Rather have you owe me," she teased and giggled into my ear.
Kate just looked at her friend and laughed. Were the circumstances different I would have been all over Claire. Still, it felt good to get some attention.
"So, what are you doing over here with us then?" asked Olivia, pulling my attention away from Claire's obvious flirting.
As the evening drew near she left for her place. We decided to meet up in town, at the usual pub.
I hadn't realized before, but I caught myself really looking forward to our night on the town. I could probably convince a few of Sophie's friends to hit up some clubs, stay out a bit later. I felt the need to let loose. Clear my mind a bit. My relationship with Sophie wasn't all that bad. We'd just been caught in a rut these last few weeks. Nothing that couldn't be turned around.
After taking a shower I turned up the volume on my speakers, connected to my laptop, and scrolled through my saved playlists. I settled on one containing classic rock music. To the tunes of "Kickstart My Heart" I air-guitared my way through picking out an outfit for the night. I settled on khakis and a light blue/nearly gray shirt. I probably used the iron as much as a pretend microphone as I used it to get the wrinkles out of the shirt. When I was done I rolled up the sleeves, fixed my hair, put on a jacket and headed out.
The pub was close to one of the main streets in town; a busy place filled with restaurants, cafés, and an assortment of stores. Down one of the side streets and to the right you could find my destination. A nice place. Popular, but not as filled with people as other places.
I got there before Sophie. Some of the people we were meeting were already there, but I didn't feel like hanging out with them alone. They were nice people, I just didn't know them that well.
As I walked up I noticed a bunch of guys smoking outside of the building. Among them were Mark, Sophie's ex. He was dark haired and had a beard. I was probably in better shape than him, but he was nearly a hand taller than me.
Mark happened to turn away from his friends and spotted me as I came walking by. I raised my hand and nodded at him, hoping I wouldn't have to talk to him. He nodded back at me and turned back to his friends. I was happy to end our interaction there. It's not like I had a problem with him, but for obvious reasons we were not really friends either.
Once I was inside the pub set out to find my sister, who was likely to be there with her own posse of friends.
The warm air inside was filled with scents of beer, barbecue and the constant chatter of it's patrons. It was more crowded than usual that evening. Nearly all of the booths and wooden bar stools were occupied.
Claire, one of my sisters friends, spotted me just as I found them not far from the bar.
"Sammy!" she exclaimed, putting her arms out as if to hug me.
I pushed my way past a table and some people to get to them.
"Hey guys," I greeted as Claire wrapped her arms around me. I had to push her blonde hair out of the way of my face to greet the other two girls.
"Hey," Olivia replied after pulling her friend off of me. Only to wrap her own arms around me herself and push herself up against my body with all her strength.
It was clear they were already well on their way to getting drunk.
Kate, the third friend, gave me a much more reasonable and shorter embrace. Though she was the only one of them in a relationship, as far as I knew.
"We're drinking!" Claire spoke to me loudly while leaning in. "You should drink too!"
Without waiting for my answer, she turned around to get the attention of the barkeep. Olivia and Kate just giggled at their friend.
Claire wore a white sweater which ended below her hips, and stockings. She filled out that sweater nicely though and it clung tightly to her form. I couldn't help looking as she reached over the bar table, the cloth sliding upwards ever so slightly.
Kate wore a blue top and beige pants, while Olivia had on a black dress. My sister, as always, looked beautiful. Her dress displayed her cleavage and body wonderfully while still managing not to look too fancy for a night on the town.
Together or individually the girls were a sight to behold. I caught guys looking over in their direction constantly.
"You wanna hang out with us tonight?" Olivia asked, walking up close to me and putting her arm around my waist with a smile.
"I can't," I answered while thankfully accepting the beer that Claire brought me. "Sorry, but you know I made plans with Sophie and her friends."
"Booo!" Claire exclaimed, positioning herself on the other side of me.
"Sorry," I repeated.
I took out a ten-dollar-bill to repay Claire for the drink but she shook her head in refusal.
"No need. Rather have you owe me," she teased and giggled into my ear.
Kate just looked at her friend and laughed. Were the circumstances different I would have been all over Claire. Still, it felt good to get some attention.
"So, what are you doing over here with us then?" asked Olivia, pulling my attention away from Claire's obvious flirting.
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