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It started off as a harmless afternoon as I was just starting to clean around the apartment. My fiancé had left on a weeklong business trip, and it was only the halfway point. After about five minutes of straightening up the apartment I was done for every other day that week I had cleaned up do to boredom. It was a lousy day outside so I decided to skip my daily run after work, and just chill killing time watching whatever was playing on cable. After about another half an hour of channel surfing I decided I should probably start preparing so food for yet another lonely dinner.
I didn't think that this business trip would have this kind of effect on me because I wasn't the clingy type. Actually I relish my freedom; however, when there is nothing to do my fiancés company was always there. I slowly made my way over to our tiny kitchen when I heard my cell phone ring over in the living room. I bolted over to the phone hoping that she was done for the day and would like to chat the rest of the afternoon and night. Yes I was that bored I was willing to listen of girl talk for hours on end.
When I looked at the caller ID on the phone I saw my buddy Frank's name appear. This was unexpected as Frank and I went our separate ways after college when we took jobs in different states. Answering the phone we quickly began talking where we left off in college, which football team was better. You see Frank was a huge Packers fan, while I was always loyal to my home team of Detroit. Anyway after a little argument of which team was going to do better this upcoming season Frank asked what I was doing that night. It turned out that Frank took a new job, and was now based in Detroit and lived only a few blocks away from me.
Frank and I had agreed to meet up later at a local bar later to drink some beers and talk about the good old days. I quickly put together a little snack to hold me off till I was supposed to meet Frank. Since I had nothing else to do that night I went back to channel surfing until 7pm. I took a brief shower and changed into some of my old bar hopping clothes not wanting my regular work clothes and coat to get all smoky.
Around 7:45 that night I was out the door and heading to the Drowning Horse Salon. It was only a fifteen-minute walk from my apartment, and even though it was still rather early the bar was starting to fill up quite nicely. Opening the door I immediately saw Frank. He was a big man at 6 feet 4 inches tall, and he was usually always by the woman bartender flirting with them.
I walked over slowly looking around since I had never been in this particular bar before. There was nothing really special about the bar that I could notice and wondered why Frank picked this bar. Frank always had a motive when picking the bars when we were back in college, and usually it was because of an all female staff. The quick survey that I did showed that more than half the staff was male, and the female staff wasn't the prettiest we have ever seen.
I shrugged my shoulders and moved towards Frank at the bar who had finally spotted me and motioned me over. I noticed Frank was having his usual Gin and Tonic some things never change. We quickly caught up on the old times, and talked about what we were now doing career wise, and even continued are argument about which football team was going to do better. About an hour into talking Frank and I moved from the bar to a table, which was strange but he said tonight was karaoke night and didn't want to miss the show.
At the table we continued are argument with Frank saying that this was Farve's final year, and was going to hold nothing back, while I countered with the amazing wideouts that the Lions had finally with a Quarterback with decent experience. The drinks kept flowing as I was now on my fifth pint, which would not have been a problem in college but since I have been out of practice for a while I was starting to really feel it. Motioning over to the waitress I noticed that the bar had really filled up as the karaoke had begun to start. It was then that I figured out why Frank had picked this bar. It was filled mainly with college girls, and they were dressed to kill.
I looked at Frank and gave him the nice pick look and he just smiled back. About an hour later the place was packed and I am sure breaking fire code. Since Frank and I had gotten there early we had the big center table all to ourselves, and as the girls kept drinking they were having a harder and harder time standing. One by one they started sitting down at our table without asking and continued to sing along to the music and drink. After fifteen minutes our table was packed with the finest college girls in the bar.
This is probably because they are used to getting anything they want based on their looks, while the other girls were to polite not to mention if Frank didn't think they were hot enough he would tell them that the seat was taken. Frank and I started talking less and less as the table filled up and his attention was diverted to the young ladies. I started more and more just to zone out and sip my beer listening to the music as Frank was now had his utter and total attention on the young ladies.
I figured I would just finish my beer and call it a night, for I knew Frank wouldn't care with his newly acquired company. I shook my head thinking that indeed some things would never change. I have to admit I was a little jealous since my bachelor days were over. I finished my beer with a big gulp when another was put in front of me. I looked over to where it came from, and it was one of the girls who had come to our table first.
"You looked thirsty and in need of another drink," she stated trying to drum up a conversation.
"Thanks but I am already drowning," I quickly retorted.
She laughed at what she must have thought as a joke on the name of the bar, and I snickered right afterward partially due to my present buzzed state. I figured what the hell can't let a beer go to waste so I accepted it.
"So I haven't seen you here before where you from," the girl asked while drunkenly smiling at me.
"I live down the street and me and my buddy wanted to hang out tonight. This is the first time we have been to this bar," I politely replied while nursing my beer.
She looked over at Frank to whom I had pointed, and looked back at me raising her eyebrows. She then began to laugh again for what seemed like no apparent reason. I was a little flustered by the laughing not being included on what was so funny. I could feel anger building in me thinking that she was laughing at me.
"RIGHT... never been here before. I see Frank here every Wednesday night. He is such a horn ball, but most of the girls like him," she said while continuing to chuckle.
"That would be Frank all right," I replied as the anger that was building up in me subsided now knowing that Frank was a usual here.
