"Come on Kira, go to the bar with us," my cousin asked.
I really didn't feel like going to one of "his" bars. He's gay, I'm straight. He's wild and crazy, I'm calm and laid back.
"Andy, you know I don't feel comfortable in those types of bars, I really just want to go home, find something on the TV and chill."
"No way girl" he said, " your coming whether you want to or not. Come on... you know you'll have fun once you get there, and besides, maybe you'll meet some hot chick." He knows I'm not into girls, even though he swears I'm a closet bisexual. I sighed, knowing that no matter what I said, he wouldn't relent. I should just give up the fight and go, shut him up, have a drink and then be on my way.
"Fine Andy, I'll go. But, I'm driving myself. God forbid you meet someone and end up taking him home and leaving me to fend for myself." "Sheesh Kira, you act as though I'm some jerk who would just up and leave ya for a hot piece of ass.... well..... if it was hot enough, maybe," and gives me a wink.
So off we went. Andy and his friends Dom and Bret where in Andy's car, and I was following in mine. What am I doing? I thought to myself. I should just keep right on driving back to my place. There's no way they would turn around to follow me. Not while they are wasting precious "man hunting" time. But, Andy will never let me live it down. He just came back into my life after living in Chicago for quite a few years. I don't want to do anything that will get him upset with me. Ok, fine. I'm going. Man, the things I do for this guy.
I'll have to admit, the bar was pretty cool. Not the type of bar I thought it would be. The men/women ratio was pretty even. And I'll admit, I was having fun. It's been a while since I've been out on a dance floor. There were a couple of girls who tried to dance with me, but I blew them off. Because of course, that just wasn't my thing. My cousin just kept shaking his head at me.
"Why don't you just loosen up a bit Kir? They just want to dance, it's not like they are trying to get you into bed right here and now".
" It's just not my thing ok? Why can't you just understand that?" I replied. Again, I just got more head shaking. He turned and started dancing once more.
I headed back to our table. I was hot, and needed a drink. I finished my drink off, and signaled for the waitress and asked for a glass of ice water. I had already had two drinks, and because I still had to drive home, that was my limit. Besides I wasn't going to be there much longer anyhow. The waitress came back about 5 minutes later, but not with my water. It was another drink. "I'm sorry, but I only asked for a glass of water, you must have misheard me."
"Oh no hon, she says, I didn't hear you wrong. This is from the girl at the end of the bar up there." As she's saying this, she points up to the end of the bar.
I can see someone standing there, but with all the people, it was hard to see. "Well, um... tell her I appreciate the drink, but I really can't accept it. I've had my limit tonight, and um... I'm going to get going soon."
The waitress laughed, "Hon, I'm not telling her nothing. If your not going to accept the drink, you tell her. And may I suggest, either way you decided, drink it or not, you still should go over there and thank her. But then again, that's just my own suggestion." She turns and walks off still laughing.
I sat there for about two minutes, wondering what I should do. Just then Andy and his buddies showed back up to the table, so I told them what happened. All at once they started yelling at me to get my ass over there and talk to her. It was a drink. That's all. The least I could do was say thank you. It's only the right thing to do.
So, after listening to them berate me for another few minutes, I jumped up and yelled "Fine! I'll go! Just get off my back.. sheesh!"
As I started to walk over, Bret called out to me "Hey Kir, don't forget your drink!" I turned and he had it in his hand with a big grin on his face.
"I'm gonna get you guys for this, I swear to you I will" I tell them. All I hear is a bunch of laughing as I walked up to the bar.
I was about 20 feet away from her still when I finally got a good look at her. And what I saw, made my stomach lurch. She was gorgeous. She was wearing a white mid-drift top that was tight fitting so it showed off her perfect sized chest, and also showed off a perfect stomach with the most beautiful tan I've ever seen. Tight jeans finished off the outfit. I about stopped when I was 5 feet from her, ready to turn around. All the while wondering what the hell I was doing, why would someone so beautiful be sending me a drink? Maybe she made a mistake. Yes, that was probably it. Turn around now, and maybe she'll realize her mistake, and there's really no reason for me to go and embarrass us both. That's what I intended to do, and then she turned and looked right at me. And I stopped dead in my tracks. If I thought that the rest of her was gorgeous, it was nothing compared to her eyes. They were an amazing green. Not just any green. But bright emerald green. I think at this point, my stomach was in my throat.
She looked dead at me, and smiled. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. And that must have been how I looked, because she gave a little laugh.
"Hey, how's it going?" she said. I had to look to make sure she was talking to me. "Yeah you" she said and laughed once more. Could she of read my mind I wondered?
"Uh, Hi. It's going pretty good" I said "I wanted to thank you for the drink. That was very sweet of you."
"Well, your quite welcome. I hope you like it. It's one of my own concoctions, though it doesn't look like you've quit tried it yet, don't like fruity drinks?".
I looked down in my hand and realized that I hadn't even taken a sip of it yet. "Oh yeah, I do, it's just... well, I've already had two, and that's usually my limit if I'm driving."
"Well, I can guarantee you, that there isn't much alcohol in it, and I'm sure you'll be just fine driving. If not, I'm sure we can find some way to get you home," and grinned. So, I tasted it, and it was quite good. Never had anything like it. "I'm Kenya by the way" and she stuck out her hand.
I took it, and it felt like a jolt of electricity had run threw my arm. "I'm Kira. Looks like both of our parents had a thing for different names."
"Well, my mom and dad were in Kenya for vacation, a month later, they found out about me, and figured, if I was a girl, why not name me after the place I was conceived. I used to get teased a lot because of this name".
"I don't understand why, it's a beautiful name" I replied. "At least you weren't named after a character in an Olivia Newton-John movie. Ever hear of the movie Xanadu? That's who I'm named after. For some reason, my mom thought the name was cool, and no one else had it."
"Well, she said, I also think Kira is a beautiful name. Goes well with you. Beautiful name, for a beautiful girl." I think at that point, I actually blushed.
The night wore on, and Kenya and I found ourselves talking about everything. We had so much in common. I hardly paid any attention to anything else that was going on around us. I didn't even see my cousin and his friends leave, in fact, I didn't see much of anyone leave. Next thing I knew, the music had stopped, and some last few people were finishing up their drinks and heading out the door, workers were getting busy cleaning up the place. I can't believe that she and I had actually sat and talked for 4 hours! "Oh my gosh, I didn't even notice the time! I should probably get out of her before they kick me out!"
Kenya laughed and said "Oh, I don't think the owner is going to mind that your still here, in fact, I'm pretty sure of it"
I smiled at her and replied "Oh yeah, how can you be so sure? Got some pull with the owner or something?"
That got an even bigger laugh out of her, "Well, yeah, seeing how I'm the owner, I think I have some pull" she winked.
About twenty minutes later, Kenya came back out from the kitchen and said "Well, I got Jack to close up for me, would you like to go some place else, or have I bored you enough for one night?"
" No, no, I'm not bored at all. I would love to go some place else and continue talking" I said eagerly, maybe a little too eagerly.
"Well, she said, I need to change out of these clothes if you don't mind. I've been here all night, and I smell like a bar. I actually live right upstairs, would you like to come up while I change and you can think of someplace else we can go?
"Sure, I replied, that would be great."
As we headed up stairs, my heart began to beat faster. Maybe it's just the alcohol I though. I had 3 more of Kenya's fruity drinks while we were sitting there, and I was feeling quit good at this point. But yet, this rush was not like the feeling I get when I've drank too much, it was more of the kind that I get when I found my self extremely attracted to a guy. No, it's the alcohol. Just keep telling yourself that, and you'll be fine.
We walked into Kenya's apartment, and like her, it was beautiful. "You've got a great place here."
"Thanks, the previous owner of the bar used it for storage for another business he had, I just couldn't stand to see all this space go to waste, and it's really convenient for me to live here with the bar downstairs. At least I don't have to worry about driving home drunk, she laughed. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, I'm just gonna get out these clothes and be right back."
She walked down the hallway and into her bedroom. I glanced around, looking at various snapshots in frames on the walls. Kenya at various outings with different people who I'm guessing are family, friends, maybe even lovers. As I turned around, I glanced down the hallway, and my breath caught in my throat. Kenya was standing in her room, yet she hadn't closed her door, and directly in my line of sight, she was bending over and peeling those jeans off her legs. The view was magnificent. Long legs were emerging from the jeans, and the cherry on the ice cream, was a hot ass in a bright white thong. She slipped off her shirt next, tossed it aside. Next she unhooked her bra, tossed that aside and turned so I could see her profile. Firm round breast were pointing out. And I noticed she had no tan lines. God what a sight. I found myself getting warm, then realized, I was staring, at an almost complete stranger. I hurried and turned myself into the dining room. I pulled out a high backed chair turned it away from the table and sat down. What the hell was I doing? Ogling her like that. She's a woman. I'm not into woman. Am I?
Just then, Kenya came walking out in a thigh length satin robe. "Hey, did you think of where you might want to go? I need to know what I should put on."
