He walked into the bar and looked around. The jukebox was playing a slow song and the lights were low. Couples were on the dance floor slowly swaying to the beat of the music.
He spotted her dancing with a guy with long hair, her favorite kind of guy. She looked like she was struggling to get away from him so he walked over to where they were on the dance floor.
"May I cut in?" he asked. He could see the relief on her face at the sight of him.
"No, she's with me and we're busy. Go find you own babe". Answered Mr. Long-Hair.
"Why don't we leave the answer up to the lady? Will you please allow me to cut in and dance the rest of this song with you?" He asked with a smile.
"Sure" she replied. "You go and sit down and I will join in you when this dance is over. This is a good friend of mine." He informed 'Mr. Long-Hair'
HE put his arms around her waist and she placed her arms around his neck. She casually leaned into him and whispered "Thank you"
"You're welcome" He whispered back.
"What are you doing here anyway? I thought you didn't go to bars anymore. Did you know I was here?"
"No" He lied. Her sister had called earlier to inform him of their plans. "Who are you here with and why?"
"I'm here with my sister. She wanted to come and see what the place was like that her brother-in-law died at. I just had issues with that guy. I can't find a guy for the life of me to have a relationship with but I always find one in a bar. Too bad they are always assholes." She answered with an edge to her voice.
"You'll find someone. When you least expect it." He spun her around and dipped her as the song came to an end. "Thanks for the dance. I think I'll stick around to keep you out of trouble." He smiled and started to walk away. She stood there with a look of shock on her face.
"You can go now. I don't need a babysitter, thank you very much! I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself." She spat at him. She then turned on her heel and stormed away. She went and sat back down with 'Mr. Long-Hair.' He looked pleased to see her. They ordered another round of drinks and an hour later they were high on alcohol and laughing. Mr. Long Hair was beginning to get very friendly.
He watched them for the hour that they sat there together. She had one drink after another. Probably trying to get to him. It was working. The guy would not keep his hands off her. She was losing the battle of fighting him off. He decided that it was time that he intervened whether she liked it or not.
"Excuse me." He asked as he bent over their table "Is it possible to have a word with you outside?"
"Nope! I am perfectly content right here with my new friend. Go find your own friends." She answered rudely
He stalked off to the bathroom. When he came out she was nowhere to be seen. He looked everywhere for her and then went out the door. He heard her fighting Mr. Long Hair off behind the building and ran over.
"Is there a problem here?" he glared at the guy holding the woman he loved but was afraid of admitting to and wanted to punch him in his face.
"No. the lady and I are just getting to know each other better. Do you mind?" he attempted to push the guy away. Bad mistake. Mr. Long Hair hit the floor hard and he grabbed her by the arm a little more roughly than he wanted but he had to get her away from this guy before he beat the shit out of him. He pulled her over to his truck and asked her if she left anything thing the bar. She said no and he lifted her up onto the seat and shut the door
"Call your sister and tell her I'll have you back before the bar closes." He ordered her.
She was fuming at him. How dare he do something and just haul her off like he owned her! She decided that when he stopped the truck she was getting out and taking off. But she did call her sister and tell her what he told her to say.