The girl at the bar
By, Orion (pollyjolly123)
My name is Dan Shine and I am a Federal Agent. I work for a small division of the Secret Service. I had the weekend off so I decided to take a night on the town. Being in Chicago, my hometown, I went to one of the hottest clubs where the bouncers knew me and would let me in for free. As I walked in, the music was loud and the bass was pounding my eardrums. This is what I live for, this is the reason I stated the promotions company in college that now serves as the front for my Secret Service cover. As I walked into the main room, I did a quick scan of the room, locating all the exits and best locations to take cover behind, a habit I picked up from my Secret Service training.
That’s when I noticed her; she was standing at the bar. Something about her caught me eye. Her back was to me so I took the opportunity to scan her with my eyes. She looked amazing, her platinum blond hair hung down to her shoulders. She was wearing a very sexy white top that accentuated her body. As my eyes moved down to the top of her jeans, I marveled at her curves, she looked about 125lbs 5’10", but then again, she was wearing heals. It didn’t take me long to realize that this girl was way out of my league. I was 6’0" 250lbs, but I was pretty in shape despite my size. As soon as I admitted to myself that I didn’t have a chance in hell with her, she dropped her purse as she was paying the bartender. I started walking over and bent over the grab her purse for her, it was partially open, as I went to grab it, she bent down at the same time, our hands touched as we both reached for the purse, and instantly we both withdrew, and looked into each other’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, I saw you drop your purse so I came over to pick it up and give it to you. You know, the chivalrous thing to do.” I said to her.
She smiled, I looked back down and grabbed her purse. Then I saw it, in her purse, it was white with cartoons on it. At first it didn’t hit me what it could be, but then I realized, it was a large baby diaper! Large enough to easily fit this girl. I quickly closed the purse and stood up and handed it to her, pretending I saw nothing. My mind was flooding with ideas about why she would have that in her purse.
“Thanks for being such a gentleman…” She started.
“I’m Dan” I interrupted, We shook hands. She smiled again, this time bigger than the last time. I smiled back at her, then I turned to the bartender, “one Heineken please, put in on the company tab.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Shine” The bartender responded.
I looked at the girl again to gage her reaction to the exchange with the bartender. She continued, “My name is Kate. Company tab?” She tilted her head to the side as she asked about the tab.
“I’m the CEO of a promotions company that does business with this club.” I responded. She smiled again, signifying that she understood that I must have good connections to be able to promote at the hottest nightclub in Chicago. I was so nervous, but my training taught me how to not show, I was trained to withstand torture, but I was still horrible with girls. It also didn’t help that I was younger than most people in the same scenes I hung out in, at 22 I was something of a prodigy, owning a company and having worked for the Secret Service now for 2 years. The biggest problem with trying to meet girls at clubs is that most of them were older than me and most girls don’t like younger guys, even if I was smarter and more mature than any of the guys their age.
“I love this place, I come here at least every weekend.” I said, trying to strike up a conversation.
“Oh? This is my first time here, but I really like it!” she responded.
“Do you have any usual places you like to go out?” I asked.
“Actually, I just turned 21 a few weeks ago, so I just started going out, I seems like a lot of the people here are a bit older though.”
“That’s ok, I’m only 22. Personally I don’t mind the older crowd, because there usually are a good number of people our age here anyway. Also it will give smart people like us a chance to grow into the scene so that when our peers discover it we will be able to show them up.”
She laughed at my last statement. " I never thought of it that way."
I noticed that in the span of our short conversation that she finished her Midori Sour.
“Want to go dance?” she suddenly asked me with a big smile.
“Sure but I have to warn you, I’m not very good at dancing.” Another thing they forgot to teach us in agent training.
“That’s ok, I’m sure you know how to grind.” She replied with another smile and she grabbed my and dragged me to the dance floor.
to be continued