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One Night Stand

Posted on September 24, 2007
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“Beer?” he asked from over her left shoulder while she was trying to figure out, without looking too obvious, if the drummer in the band on stage was cute. She turned to look and her hair got a little tousled like it might if she took a one night stand home and stared in surprise at the sleeping stranger’s face in her bed the following morning. He was presentable without being so cute he took her breath away so she smiled and said, “Not in this shirt.”

He looked and his eyebrows rose high enough to let her know that he was impressed. “That paint actually looks like cloth. Pretty good.” She smiled her pleasure at his clever compliment and swung her knees all the way around so that her barstool brought her face-to-face with him, “I’m not looking to leave with anybody.”

He took the stool next to hers and smiled, “Great! Because I live upstairs.”

Her smile took on a bemused quality and after a moment she could no longer be sure if he was serious or joking so she asked, “Seriously?”

For a moment he looked like he was going to stick with the story and then he said, “Nah. But it was worth a shot right?”

“Wine.”

“Sorry?”

“I’ll take wine. White and colder than the North Pole. Since you’re buying.”

He raised his hand and the bartender wandered over, it was slow night and he was happier to be of service than he would be on Friday night, “What can I get you?”

“How cold is your coldest white wine?”

“As cold as thirty days of night at least.”

He checked with her and she indicated with a nod that that was cold enough. He slapped the bar and declared, “She’ll take it!”

And she chimed in, “And he’ll pay for it.”

He nodded and opened his arms wide, “Hit me barkeep. And while you’re at it, I’ll have a beer.”

When the wine arrived, she took a sip while he waited and said, “I guess it passes the spit or swallow test.” With a gulp the alcohol was dispatched towards her belly where it could react with very little food and equally little alcohol immunity to make her a very loose-lipped woman. After a moment he said, “Y’know, for a woman who claims to have no interest in leaving with someone you sure keep that innuendo flowing.”

She shrugged and tried to catch another glimpse of the drummer, “What can I say. Suggestion never required a morning after pill.”

After he had watched her crane her neck and arch her back for a minute or so he said, “What are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out if the drummer is cute.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

She swiveled back towards him with a bemused smile, “Aww, are you a sensitive one?”

“I’m not dead inside…”

She leaned towards him a little and said, “I just have this theory y’know? Most bands…the singer gets all the attention and the lead guitarist can get laid enough if he’s a bit of a showoff, with his solos and whatnot, but more often than not, the really cute guy in the band is the drummer.”

“And you have proof to back this up?”

“Are you kidding? Tre Cool? Travis Barker? Tommy Lee?”

“Oh please! Tommy Lee’s just a dick with tattoos. Okay I guess his penis is a something of a tourist attraction but come on! Seriously?”

“You think the singer is the hottest in every band don’t you?”

“How about long term?”

“What?”

“You said you weren’t looking to leave with anyone tonight. How do you feel about a long-term relationship?”

Her spine went stiff, “Are you serious?”

“Don’t be silly. I just got dumped three hours ago.”

“And you’re already out picking up chicks?”

“First, you’re not a ‘chick.’ Second, I haven’t been to the gym in a while so I will not be picking you, or anyone else, up. Third, I offered to buy you a drink, you’re the one who started with all this one night stand shit.”

“So you’re calling me presumptuous?”

“It wouldn’t really be right of me to call a guitar a drum now would it?”

Her mouth fell open but there was laughter in her eyes, “You asshole!”

He put on a wry expression, “Wow! I’m having three hours ago déjà vu. Only she wasn’t smiling.”

She studied him for a moment, her eyes little slits of debate while she mulled something over in her head. He sipped his beer and asked, “What?”

After another moment’s deliberation she said, “Y’know…if you actually had an apartment upstairs I’d go up there with you and fuck you silly. Just because you’re such a smartass.”

He got to his feet and offered her his hand, “First time my smart mouth has ever got me anything good. Maybe it’s true what they say…”

She took his hand and got to her feet, “What do they say?”

“When one door closes, another one opens.”

He led her to the staircase at the back of the club. As they climbed she said, “Why do you have an apartment upstairs from a nightclub?”

He unlocked the door and held it open for her and when she was through, right before he shut the door behind them, he said, “I’m the new manager here. I saw you weren’t drinking so I simply came over to make some suggestions.”

Her mouth fell open again as he kicked the door shut behind him.

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