Seeing as I never mentioned the ages of Meagan, Caryn, Dawn, or Andrew, I thought I should. Meagan is 22, Caryn is 21, Dawn is 24 and Andrew is 27. Meagan's job hasn't been specified for... Creative reasons. I'll share her job in one of the next chapters. Probably chapter 3, but I might slip it in here. And thanks for all the feedback, I greatly appreciate it, good and bad. ~Breezy~
Chapter 2
Meagan dreaded walking in, but she did anyway. Just as Andrew predicted, Caryn and Dawn were just inside the door, waiting for her. When they noticed Andy behind Meagan, they immediately gave Meagan a questioning look, one that said, "Who's he and why aren't you kicking him in the nuts for being so close to you?"
Meagan decided the best way to answer their question was to introduce them to each other. "Dawn, Ryn, this is Andrew. Andy, the blond is Caryn, and that's Dawn."
Andrew kissed both girls knuckles, causing them to get flustered and mumble a hello. Hmm, if I knew it was that easy to make them shut up, Meagan thought with a smirk, then I would have guys kiss their knuckles every time they opened their mouths.
As they made their way to an empty table, one of the bartenders waved at Andy. He excused himself to go talk to the bartender, giving Caryn and Dawn the opening they had been waiting for.
"Ok, so why aren't you banging him?" Dawn asked.
Damn, I forgot she was so blunt, Meagan thought to herself. Out loud, she said, "Well, seeing as I only met him because he hit me with his car, I hadn't quite gotten the chance to get that far with him, Dawn. Why? Did you want a go at him?"
"No, but I did notice the look he gave you, Meg. He wants to get in your pants something awful." Caryn put in.
"Guys, I know you mean well, but I can handle my own love life. We came here to have fun, right? Well, lets have fun. And please don't try to hook me up with anyone. I just might try to get with Andy, if I drink enough to get the courage." Meagan said.
"Oh, really?" Came the hauntingly familiar voice from somewhere behind Meagan. "What about if I got you drunk enough, would you bang me?"
Oh, fuck. What kind of bullshit was this, Meagan thought, turning to look at her ex-boyfriend Michael. He was still as handsome as ever, with his blond hair and startling green eyes. She had to look up to glare at him in the face. "Not if the fate of the free world depended on it, Michael. I thought they didn't allow ignorant apes in to bars." Meagan replied.
"Watch what you say to me, Meg. You know what happened last time you used your lip with me." Michael threatened.
"As if I could forget, you asshole. You left a pretty little scar on my stomach. Now why don't you go find your new little punching bag and leave me alone." Meagan knew she was close to tears, but she wouldn't give this prick the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
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"Meagan, is everything alright?" Andrew asked as he approached.
Andrew had seen that look on many women's face. The look of total mortification and fear for someone she cared for. But he couldn't have stayed silent, not with that little shit trying to threaten Meagan in his club.
"I'm fine, Andy, really. Michael was just leaving, weren't you?" Meagan gave Michael an icy stare as she said the latter.
"I'm not going anywhere without you, Meg. So get your ass over here before I make drag your ass over here." Michael said while staring at Andy, daring him to stop her.
Caryn and Dawn both grabbed Meagan and pulled her between them to keep her where she was, but it was a pointless gesture. Andy was already two steps away from Michael with his fist balled at his side.
"You are going to leave my club before I have you escorted out, sir." Andy said as politely as he could muster given his current emotionally charged state.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do with my own girl, dude?" Michael sputtered, his usually handsome face turning a startling shade of red.
Andy had heard enough. "I happen to be the new owner of this establishment, Mike, and if you know what's good for you, you'll leave before I beat the holy hell outta you and send you to the ER."
Michael's face went pale as he glanced at Andy with fear in his eyes. When he chanced a look towards Meagan, she had tears streaking down her lovely face, but she wasn't actually crying. She's braver than I thought, Andy thought.
He shouldn't have taken his eye off of Michael, though, because while Andy's eye traveled to Meagan, Michael saw his opportunity to attack. And he took it. The next thing Andy felt was a fist in his gut and falling on his ass.
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Meagan gasped in horror. Oh no, she thought, Michael's gonna kill him. I have to do something. Looking around, Meagan noticed that there was, surprisingly, a pool table near them. She ran to one of the tables and politely took one of the pool cues and some of the pool balls.
"You might own this dump," Michael was saying, "But you don't own me or my girl. She's MY property, do you hear me, fucker? MINE!"
Meagan was, by this time, right behind Michael with pool cue raised to strike.
Meagan was, understandably, pissed off. She stated, "I'm NO ONE'S property, Mike. So get used to being alone, you abusive, insensitive, dick sucking anal wart." Right before she smacked Michael across his neck with the pool cue.
