Finals were finally over and I was heading home. My freshman year was now officially half way through and I felt good about that. Pretty sure I did well my first semester in school. I better, because I literally gave up any semblance of a social life in order to keep my grades up. I was anxious to get home and meet up with friends. It was time to relax, let down my hair, and have a little fun. I had earned it.
It was cool outside, but still nice for November, especially for Ohio. It was actually 70 during the afternoon and it was still around 60 at 8:00 PM as I pulled into the parking lot at Snuffy's Tavern.
Snuffy's is the lounge that every neighborhood seems to have. It serves the high school kids drinks, readily accepting even the worst imaginable fake IDs. I had my first drink there at 16. It was also the place where most of the college kids would go when they got home on break. It was just outside the small Jewish neighborhood I grew up in. My dad is Jewish, but my mom is Catholic and from Denmark. Quite a mix if I have to say. I guess I was really neither. I did seem to inherit most of my Mom's fair features (the light blond hair, blue eyes, and fair complexion)
I was meeting a good friend of mine from high school tonight, Jordan. She was also home from college. Jordan and I really look like sisters. She was also from a "mixed marriage", except her mom was the one who was Jewish. Jordan was about 5"5" and weighed about 110. Her hair was darker than mine, more of a dishwater blond. I guess we both favored our gentile parent.
Both of us had been a bit wild in high school, but in a small town sorta of way. I only slept with one guy in high school, Ryan. Ryan was a good looking guy, but he was a little on the nerdy side. But he was always nice to me, we got along well, and we spent a lot of time together growing up. Jordan was a little more active than I was, but I'm guessing her experience with fucking was limited to less than 5 guys.
Though Ryan was the only guy I had sex with in high school, what I lacked in the variety of sex partners, I definitely made up for with my oral skills. I think my last two years in high school I had oral sex with 10 different guys. They were, of course, all nice Jewish kids who, quite frankly, were a little more gifted at math than pleasing a woman. But I enjoyed doing it for them, and of course not a one of them ever complained!
Ryan was pretty typical of the guys in my high school. He was about 5'7" and weighed around 140 pounds, which was fine for me. I mean, I'm only about 5'4"and 105 pounds. So we were a pretty good fit as a couple.
Snuffy's looked pretty dead for the night before Thanksgiving. I seemed to remember it being much more crowded in years past. I glanced in my mirror as I parked my car and saw Jordan pull in right beside me.
"Hi Heather," Jordan yelled as she got out of her car. "What's up?"
Jordan was wearing a short jean skirt and a t-shirt. Her typical CFM (come fuck me) look. Of course, I had on my CFM outfit too, a short navy colored tennis skirt and a white silk blouse that hugged the contours of my breasts. It was readily apparent in the crisp fall air that neither of us was wearing a bra.
"Hi Jordan, you look appropriately slutty if I must say."
"Heather, from you, I take that as a compliment,' Jordan responded. "You look pretty hot too girl. Well let's get inside and see what's happening. It looks a little slow right now. Maybe we can shoot a little pool until it picks up" Jordan said.
We opened the door and walked in. It was very dark and smoky inside, darker than I remembered it being in the past. We sorta stumbled along the tables until we made it toward the back of the bar and slid into a booth.
"Damn girl, I can't see squat in here it's so dark" said Jordan.
"I think it's just our eyes haven't adjusted yet," I responded, "I think we'll be fine in a few minutes or so."
Snuffy's always played a wide variety of music and the Hip hop music was loud this evening. I'm not a big fan of hip hop, at least to listen to it. But it's good for dancing.
A slender black woman, probably in her mid 20's came up and asked us what we wanted. We told her two Corona's. She promptly told us that we were too young and had better get our lily white asses out of there. Jordan defiantly showed her fake ID and said her lily white ass was staying right there. The waitress stared at her for a minute and then walked away.
"That worked well Jordan" I sneered.
"What the fuck," Jordan responded, "we never had any trouble getting a beer in here when we were in high school, we sure to hell shouldn't have any trouble now."
Our eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness. There appeared to be about 5 or 6 men at the bar and several others at the tables. I think they were all black. Jordan and I had been in Snuffy's quite a few times in high school, and it was a pretty rare occasion for any blacks to patronize Snuffy's. Jewish kids with fake IDs, yes, black folks, no.
"What is it you ladies want?" The deep voice came from behind us and it startled both of us.
"A beer," stammered Jordan.
"With those IDs, you'll be lucky to get bubble gum" he laughed.
Jordan and I were both speechless. The voice was coming from what had to be one of the largest men either of us had ever seen. He looked to be 6'5" and I would guess he was in his mid to late 20's. He appeared to be pretty solid too.
"I'm Marcus. I'm the new owner of Snuffys. Bought it this fall when they lost their liquor license for selling to minors."
At that point I figured we didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of scoring a drink in Snuffys. We stood up to leave and Marcus leaned over and said, "Why don't you go ahead and sit back down. I'll have DeShawndra bring you girls a drink."
We sat down again and watched as Marcus walked back to the bar. We saw him talking with the black waitress. A few minutes later DeShawndra came over with two drinks. She placed them on the table and left without saying a word. They weren't beers, but I don't think either one of us really wanted to say anything that our waitress might take wrong. She had the look that clearly said - don't fuck with me.
"What the hell do you think this drink is" Jordan said. I sipped mine, and told her it tasted like an ice tea with some alcohol in it.
"Oh Heather, you are so dumb," Jordan said, "It is an Ice Tea and it has like a bizillion shots of stuff in it. Cheers," Jordan said as she took a big gulp.
"Fine" I said, "lets drink this down and get out of here before Deshawndra, or whatever her name is, decides she wants to kick our 'lily white' asses."
We both laughed and started to enjoy our drinks. That's when we noticed 3 black guys slowly walk over to our booth. It was comical, in as much as their pants were almost falling off and they all had their hands on their crotches. I think we both thought, oh God, what stereo types!
The first one to the table said, "Yo, Yo, Ho's what up."
The second one echoed, "You fine ladies looking for some action, you came to the right place."
The third one, not to be outdone, chimed in "You got that right bitches."
It was like something out of a stupid video you would see on BET when surfing channels. You know that attitude is out there, but you can't really believe that people that ignorant really exist. Yet here it was, hanging right over us (in our CFM outfits no less).
About that time we heard a voice say "Ok little man, you heading out the front door or the back door?" We thought the voice came from Marcus, but it actually from a guy who was even bigger.
There was a moment of tension in the air but our three new "friends" began to back toward the exit. After a brief stare down, they turned and shuffled away cursing under their breath. We turned and saw Marcus had joined the other man.
"Sorry ladies, usually the thugs don't make it in until much later," said Marcus. "This is my business partner, Ray. " As you can see, most folks don't mess with Ray." Ray looked to be about two inches taller than Marcus and he also appeared to be pretty solid. We could see that Marcus was definitely right about Ray.
Then Jordan surprised me when she said, "Ray, would you like to join us for a drink? Marcus, I'm sure Heather wouldn't mind if you join us too. After all, it's the least we can do."
Ray slid in next to Jordan. Damn he was a big man. Marcus slid in next to me; he was a big man too. They both had a beer with them already.
"Ok," Jordan said, "Are you guys pro basketball players or what?"
Ray and Marcus both laughed. Marcus said, "Ray and I played football together in high school. We went to different colleges, but ended up on the same team in the NFL. Neither of us was able to stick though. I played a couple years as a backup linebacker. Ray was a defensive end and actually started for part of his first year, but he blew out his knee and got cut. So here we are, serving beer and chasing out punks in our own little dive bar."
Jordan and I laughed. We talked to Marcus and Ray for an hour. They were both charming and couldn't have been nicer to us. Jordan asked and discovered that Ray was 6'6" and weighed 240, while Marcus was 6"4" and weighed 235. I can attest that they both had bodies that looked like they were chiseled out of concrete.
Ray had got up and brought back a 2nd round of drinks for all of us. I don't know about Jordan, but I was starting to feel quite a buzz from the drinks.
Jordan and Ray were in deep conversation. I really wasn't watching them, as Marcus was asking me about college and how I was doing. He was a very engaging person and he made me feel totally at ease.