A modest sedan drove across several narrow streets, going about a path that looked shady to say the least. In fact, many people avoided the area near the quarry, on account of horror stories and urban legends about bodies dumped there. Having grown up around this area, we knew better and didn't scare easy. In fact, we thought of this area as the best place in Milton Creeks, the smallish town of about four thousand people. Of course that might have something to do with Mike's Bar & Grill, a dive bar where my husband and I spent most of our late teenage years at. Now nearly ten years later and in our late twenties, we had no need to use fake IDs but still enjoyed coming back here every week, especially after we had moved back in the neighborhood after college. My husband having work as one of the few lawyers in Milton Creeks and myself working as a freelance writer and blogger, we were able to enjoy the comfort our childhood town had to offer without sacrificing income.
It was a Thursday night when we walked in. Felix opened the door and the dive bar was nearly empty - with only five or so people present. Regulars, who spent their entire live here. People who, despite us having gone in here countless time, that we knew nothing about except that they spent days in here! Hank, the bartender, was someone we exchanged words with every now and then. The wooden floors creaked and whined before we made our way to the familiar booths by the corner. Felix brought up two digits, Hank nodding before coming by with a rum and coke and a light beer for me.
Here at the bar, there were several large flat screen TVs playing on opposite side walls of the bar. A new addition, and quite possibly the only renovation this place has seen since the 90s. Football season was here, although most people who came here couldn't care less. To the side of the bar, where six lonely booths (such as the one that Felix and I sat in), a few arcade machines and the washroom. No one seemed to use the machines except the occasional stranger and myself, but that was a good thing, as I enjoyed seeing the top three names on the high scores coming from me...at least until I was taunted by another name being shown on the display. But I'll get to that later... Melissa and the others, friends who we knew from high school would occasionally come with us here, although were the types to drive half an hour out of Milton Creek to go to a night club instead. Personally, I would choose this place any day.
An hour had passed, with my husband and I reminiscing about this place and gossiping before the subject came to the pin ball machine. Felix went over how he always went easy on me on the thing and being competitive, at least with him, I couldn't let it go. I grinned before I leaned over and said "Oh, you want to go? Let's go." before I accidentally knocked over my own purse, spilling some of its contents. He laughed and teased me.
"Honey, I'm the one that drank the rum and coke remember?"
"Oh my god, shush."
We both giggled before getting out of the stool. I moved towards the pin ball machine before Felix eyed the washroom.
"I gotta go to the bathroom for a sec. Start without me, you need the practice."
"Har har har..."
I placed a round by myself, unable to get to the top score. "TOM" was displayed as first place, while I began to wonder just who this was? I thought I had figured out every single person to have walked in this shabby looking bar, but I never knew any Tom around here. Part of me wondered if it was Felix teasing me - that he was much better at this than he ever let on. I was so motivated to take back my top spot that I missed something incredibly - Mike's Bar & Grill was getting a wave of customers.
Leaning forward on the machine and unaware of the man approaching me from behind, I eyed the score. Something did snap me out of it soon enough. Strong hands on my hips, someone pressed themselves against my big butt. A lewd comment came out of this man's mouse, as he introduced himself with
“Well, that’s a nice wide load,”
"I'm sorry - what?" was my response before I quickly turned around and stared at him. With a look like a doe between headlights, my chest pounded in my chest as some sketchy man approached me in the bar.
The way that this guy was staring at me made me think of the countless guys in college that were practically drooling over me. I saw his eyes discretely scan at me up and down, obviously happy with what he saw - a 5'9" blonde with an hourglass figure.
Despite being dressed modestly and rarely ever stepping outside in anything other than a sweater and pair of jeans, double Ds and wide hips have always seemed to given people the impression that I was open to flirting, or the occasional comment of my massive ass whenever I walked by. It annoyed me but what can I say, being brought up Mormon made me pretty passive. Passive enough that Felix would often tell me that I needed to speak out more, especially when I was uncomfortable.
It was a Thursday night when we walked in. Felix opened the door and the dive bar was nearly empty - with only five or so people present. Regulars, who spent their entire live here. People who, despite us having gone in here countless time, that we knew nothing about except that they spent days in here! Hank, the bartender, was someone we exchanged words with every now and then. The wooden floors creaked and whined before we made our way to the familiar booths by the corner. Felix brought up two digits, Hank nodding before coming by with a rum and coke and a light beer for me.
Here at the bar, there were several large flat screen TVs playing on opposite side walls of the bar. A new addition, and quite possibly the only renovation this place has seen since the 90s. Football season was here, although most people who came here couldn't care less. To the side of the bar, where six lonely booths (such as the one that Felix and I sat in), a few arcade machines and the washroom. No one seemed to use the machines except the occasional stranger and myself, but that was a good thing, as I enjoyed seeing the top three names on the high scores coming from me...at least until I was taunted by another name being shown on the display. But I'll get to that later... Melissa and the others, friends who we knew from high school would occasionally come with us here, although were the types to drive half an hour out of Milton Creek to go to a night club instead. Personally, I would choose this place any day.
An hour had passed, with my husband and I reminiscing about this place and gossiping before the subject came to the pin ball machine. Felix went over how he always went easy on me on the thing and being competitive, at least with him, I couldn't let it go. I grinned before I leaned over and said "Oh, you want to go? Let's go." before I accidentally knocked over my own purse, spilling some of its contents. He laughed and teased me.
"Honey, I'm the one that drank the rum and coke remember?"
"Oh my god, shush."
We both giggled before getting out of the stool. I moved towards the pin ball machine before Felix eyed the washroom.
"I gotta go to the bathroom for a sec. Start without me, you need the practice."
"Har har har..."
I placed a round by myself, unable to get to the top score. "TOM" was displayed as first place, while I began to wonder just who this was? I thought I had figured out every single person to have walked in this shabby looking bar, but I never knew any Tom around here. Part of me wondered if it was Felix teasing me - that he was much better at this than he ever let on. I was so motivated to take back my top spot that I missed something incredibly - Mike's Bar & Grill was getting a wave of customers.
Leaning forward on the machine and unaware of the man approaching me from behind, I eyed the score. Something did snap me out of it soon enough. Strong hands on my hips, someone pressed themselves against my big butt. A lewd comment came out of this man's mouse, as he introduced himself with
“Well, that’s a nice wide load,”
"I'm sorry - what?" was my response before I quickly turned around and stared at him. With a look like a doe between headlights, my chest pounded in my chest as some sketchy man approached me in the bar.
The way that this guy was staring at me made me think of the countless guys in college that were practically drooling over me. I saw his eyes discretely scan at me up and down, obviously happy with what he saw - a 5'9" blonde with an hourglass figure.
Despite being dressed modestly and rarely ever stepping outside in anything other than a sweater and pair of jeans, double Ds and wide hips have always seemed to given people the impression that I was open to flirting, or the occasional comment of my massive ass whenever I walked by. It annoyed me but what can I say, being brought up Mormon made me pretty passive. Passive enough that Felix would often tell me that I needed to speak out more, especially when I was uncomfortable.
