The crisp October air bit into Cole as he and his friends went into the club. Once inside, the warm air had an immediate effect on his cold face. There were about twenty people waiting to get into the main room, where the band would be performing. It was an old warehouse in an old part of town, a popular spot for local bands to strut their stuff, and a great place for singles to meet other single people.
When they got into the main room, the three friends found a table off to the side where they could people watch all night. The down side was they had a shitty view of the stage and thus would have a shitty view of the band.
Jeff went straight for the beer line and Mark went to the can, leaving Cole to guard their table from poachers that would be coming in at the last second. This was common for this place, they would over-sell tickets and every now and then it would bite them in the ass, and they would be packed to the tits.
When Jeff came back with the first round he mentioned to Cole that the bartender was a real looker and Cole should go and get another round. Cole knew that Jeff wouldn't say it unless he knew Cole would be interested in her. Cole got up and headed for the beer line.
After waiting about five minutes he got to the bar and there she was. Long red hair, low cut top showing off plenty of lovely cleavage. The woman was very attractive without really trying; there was no pound of makeup, no gallon of perfume, just plain and hot. She was a little thicker than the usual bimbo's that paraded around trolling for their rich savior, and wore tight jeans and a sexy pair of brown leather boots.
"What'll you have doll?" she said in a deep, yet so feminine voice.
"Three pints; you choose!" Cole said with a smile. He saw her look him over. Cole was a tall guy at six foot two, muscular without looking like a 'roid monster. Years of hockey helped him keep his body in very desirable shape. He kept his hair short and messy and liked when women looked at his right sleeve of tattoos, which she did.
"You got it doll!" she said and turned to get him his order. Cole looked at her ass as she poured him his beer. The jeans fit her curves real nice, he admired.
"Fifteen!"
"Keep the change!" Cole said, handing her a twenty. He smiled at her and walked back to his friends. Standing with his friends were two skanks.
"Cole this is Cindy and Monica," Jeff introduced. Cole said hi and put the beer down. To his disgust both girls grabbed one and started to drink.
"Help yourself!" Cole said sarcasm think in his tone.
"What's your fucking problem?" Cindy; a blonde whose skin resembled leather, and pearlescent white teeth snapped back at him, obviously picking up on his tone. Jeff closed his eyes, knowing Cole and knowing what was coming next. Cole, unlike most guys, didn't tolerate rude people no matter which friend was trying to bang them.
"Grabby little cunts, that's my problem!" Cole snapped.
"Dude! Come on, be nice!" Mark pleaded. Both girls looked as if they had been slapped.
"Fuck you, asshole!" Monica said as she said it she gave Cole the finger. She was a carbon copy of Cindy in every way.
"Let's everyone calm down, we're here to have a good time," Jeff began. Cole didn't want to ruin his friend's chances to get laid and bowed out to be the bigger man.
"Fine you two enjoy! I'm out of here!" And with that Cole left the table.
He found a nice perch in the corner away from the others, yet near the bar. As the band played he kept looking over at the mystery woman minding the bar. To his delight he caught her eye and she smiled and gave him a little wave. When the band was done and the club started to empty, he saw his friends leave with the two skanks. Cole waited till there were only a handful of people left. Then he walked over to where the redhead was cleaning up.
"Hey, what's your name?" he asked.
