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Prickly Prompts - 2. #761 The Ex
“Ian?” I let go of Tony’s hand immediately and watched him fall back on his ass.
“Hey!” Knowing him, he’d find lots of people to help him up. I can’t suppress the snort while I’m heading towards the club’s entrance. Inside I go straight to the bar. Luckily, Sam’s behind it.
“Beer?”
“Whiskey, neat.”
Frowning, she tilts her head to the right. “What happened?”
“Tony.” She immediately scans the room. “I ran into him in the parking lot.”
“Fuck! I can ask Brian to throw his cheating ass out as soon as he shows.”
“Naw, free country and all.”
“Generous. I’d do it, though.” She eyes me critically, then a salacious grin appears on her face. “You’re on the hunt! Finally!” She glanced around. “I can see at least three prospects.”
“Yeah, only working and watching television is getting old.”
“Beefcake on your six.”
“Blech!”
“Twink interceptor just cleared the situation.”
I shake my head at her. “What’s up with you tonight? Next, you’ll slam the shotgun you don’t have on the bar and yell ‘Out ye’ fuckers’?”
“I’m thinking about selling.”
“Ah, that time of the year.”
She flips me the finger. “Fuck off!” Then she purrs, ”Tall, dark, and handsome on the prowl. If you don’t want him, I’ll take him.”
I quickly take a swig of my whiskey.
“Can I get you another one?”
The guy’s deep voice held the barest hint of an accent I couldn’t place. I put the glass down, turned to him ready to politely decline, only the words got stuck in my throat. Short dark hair, taller than me, which was a rare feat: nice. But my gaze was drawn to the mocking grin twisting his full lips. Without thinking, I answered, “Um...yeah.”
Sam snorted at my eloquent words. Then she asked him, “What can I get you?”
“Do you have any German beer?”
“Only Pilsener.”
He scrunched his face. “Gimme anything you have on tap then.”
“So, you’re from Germany?”
He immediately grinned. “Nope. It’s my pick–up order.”
“Your pick-up order?” Then I got it. I held out my hand. “The name is Ian. Nice to meet you Günther.” For a short moment he stared at me as if I’d grown a second head, then a laugh burst out of him.
“Enough of getting to know each other, don’t you think? Let’s dance!”
I drained my glass. “Sure,” I said and followed him on to the dance floor. Seeing the others eye-fucking him, while we’re making our way through sweaty, gyrating bodies, I knew I chose well. Sliding my hands around his waist, I pulled him against my chest. Feeling him pushing his bulge against mine, I knew dancing with Günther would be no chore. Looping my arms around his neck, I felt a brief vibration in my left pants pocket. “Fucking Tony.”
“What? Who’s Tony?”
“My ex.” I leaned into him, nipped at his ear, and whispered, “So, I live close by, five minutes by cab max. Shall we?”
Günther laughs. “No beating around the bush, huh?”
“Too forward? It’s why I came here tonight.”
Without further ado, he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the entrance. A short wave to a broad grinning Sam, giving me the thumbs up, and we stand outside on the street. I look around for a cab, when my phone rings. I look on the screen and smile apologetically at Günther. “Sorry, I have to take this.”
“The band is about to play.”
“Shit!” I pull at Günther’s sleeve, when he stops a cab. “I totally forgot I’d promised to meet some people at a bar. One of our friends’ band has a gig tonight. Can we go there for a few minutes?”
Günther isn’t happy. “Sure.” We jump into the car he was able to snatch.
“To the Poetic Piano please.” The drive isn’t long.
“That’s a funny name.”
“The owners couldn’t decide what to focus on with the name. They’re doing poetry readings-slash poetry slams too.”
I open the door of the bar, and who’s chatting amicably with the bartender? Fucking Tony! I look around for my friends and find them sitting at a small table right off the stage. After the first break, I ask Günther, “Do you mind getting out of here?” Tony is long gone, but I’ve lost any interest in listening to music. We say good-bye to my friends. Outside, Günther leans against my side. Nuzzling my throat he mumbles, “Fucking now?”
I can’t restrain my giggle at his bluntness. “After I had a bite to eat. The sight of my ex for a second time this evening has my stomach eating itself. Food calms me.” I look at his falling face. Rubbing my body against his, I suck his earlobe into my mouth. “Please....”
“Fine!”
“I know a diner close by that serves a mean veggie burger.”
Günther gapes incredulously at me. “Are you fucking serious? Veggie burger?”
“Calm down, they have juicy and bloody burgers too.” Fucking carnivores.
Günther opens the door to the diner...
“Fucking Tony!” I storm towards the man sitting at one of the tables.
“Your date just left.”
I brace my hands against the railing of the balcony and watch the city’s twinkling lights. On my right side, a glass with red wine appears seemingly out of nowhere. “Happy anniversary, baby.” I leaned into his warm body. “To you, too.”
“Do you ever regret forgiving me?”
“Never.” We clink glasses. “Till next year, when we do it again.”
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