Chapter 5



Pat
We pulled into the parking lot of this bar. It didn't seem to skeevy or anything, not that it mattered to me. I don't care where I find my company for the evening, as long as I find some. But tonight was different anyway.

I was gonna get that girl. I was tired if her hard to get games, maybe a few drinks and being at a bar would loosen her up. I can't stop thinking about Emily since the night I met her. I mean I know that it's because I have never in all my life been turned down by any woman.

They want me, they fight over me. I just don't understand how she turned me down. Well, whatever the reasoning is, it's gonna change tonight cause I'm gonna nail her. And believe me, I'm gonna savor every second of it, I think that's why I'm gonna stay sober tonight.

What good would my conquest be if I was to wasted to enjoy it. We all walked in the bar and grabbed a little table by the pool tables. The bar was actually much nicer inside. I looked over at Ro and I knew that look in her eye.

She seemed like a slut and I mean that in all positive ways you can with a word like that. I don't really know her well, but I could tell we are pretty much the same person. The way she was looking at Brian, I have to say I was a little envious of him.

There was no way he wasn't gonna get some tonight. I don't understand why Isaac came tonight. I know he has the hots for Ro, but like he kind of just tagged along. Tomorrow is the last night of the East Coast portion of the tour and we are taking a little while off till we go to the West Coast.

Brian's grandma is really sick and needs to be taken care off. She lives down here in Florida, so Brian and I are staying at a rental home right on the water. Brian's my good friend, he knows things about, me no one else does. He helped me through some pretty rough times, so the least I could do was come down and stay with him while he dealt with this situation.

Isaac said he just wanted something more from life and right now that something is not in Oklahoma. We became good friends during this tour and we had an extra bedroom and offered it to him. So the three of us will be staying done here for awhile.

Isaac and Emily were having small talk and I was sitting there talking to no one like a reject. This was not exactly my idea of fun. I heard Ro tell Brian she wanted to play pool and saw the way she got up and took his hand that she was wishing it was his stick and balls she was playing with.

Isaac got up from Emily and walked over to try to intervene between Brian and Ro and as interesting as I think this is going to be, I have other things that are a little more important, like me getting some.

Emily got up and headed towards the bar. I jumped out of my chair and came up next to her as she took a seat on a stool. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked.

"A 007." she said.

"And you sir?"

"A glass of red wine. Put them both on my tab," I told the man as I placed my credit card down.

"Sure thing," he said and went to make our drinks.

I smiled at her tilting my head so the light hit the right side of my face. I look better from the right. "What a gentleman," she said rolling her eyes, "but I don't need your charity."

I laughed. I liked her attitude, it was sexy. She turned her head away from me and I touched her leg. "Why exactly is it that you don't like me Emily?" I asked her.

She turned and gave me the same smile back, "Cause I think you’re an arrogant bastard."

Even the way she said that was sexy. I laughed and shook my head. Damn she was tough. "I bet I can changed your mind," I told her.

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, "Listen Pat, I'm not interested in you at all so please go bother a girl that wants you." she said as the bartender placed down our drinks.

I threw my hands up with a joking tone, "Alright, alright. I will leave you alone, but only for now." I said with a wink as I grabbed my drink.

I walked over to the bartender who had moved down to the other side of the bar. "Every drink she gets, put it on my tab."

"Will do," he said and I stared at her as I walked away.


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"So do you really think I have a chance with Ro?" Isaac asked me as he chalked up his pool stick.

I didn't have time to worry about his love life, really. I looked over at Emily who was still sitting on the same stool to see this guy come over and take a seat next to her. He put his arm around her and placed a drink down in front of her. I saw her back arch in disgust as his hand rubbed across her back.

I felt a strange feeling inside me. I would describe it as jealousy, but I do not get jealous. And another feeling came over me as I saw her push him away and there was resistance from him. I felt nervous, even from here I could tell this guy was trouble and I might use a girl for sex but I am not cool with girls being treated like dirt in other situations.

I kept my eye on the situation and the next time she pushed him away, he put his hands up in defensive and walked away. I watched him walk all the way to the other side of the bar before I turned my head back. ""Pat I asked you a question?" Isaac said much closer to my face then I remembered.

"Ughh.. yeah of course you do. You can land any girl."

Boosting another man's confidence is one of my strong suits. I seem to do it a lot between most of my friends and band mates. They just don't have what I have, but then again not a lot people do.

“I don't know Pat. I get the feeling she might not like me very much," he looked like a lost dog.

What the hell happened to the guy that was banging every girl he could right along with me? Looking at him, I just didn't have the heart to tell him that she hated his guts."Just keep trying. I girl likes a man that follows through." I suggested.

He nodded and took a shot on the table. I watched Emily for awhile getting up once and awhile to shot. "Do you think she is more into Brian?" he asked me as he gazed over at the two of them.

He was sitting on a elevated chair and she was sitting on his lap facing him whispering things in his ear. "Uhh.. yeah I do, but that's because she has been talking to Brian, not you. Talk to her, take her out she will be into you." I lied again.

I didn't need Isaac crying on my shoulder tonight. I looked over at Emily again and saw that douche bag walking back over to her. He sat down next to her again with a drink.

This time she was quick to push his hand away and I saw her tell him very animatedly she wasn’t interested. “Fine Bitch!” the man yelled loud enough for me to hear and got up and stormed into the bathroom.

I don’t know what came over me, but I followed him into the bathroom. I was angry. I wasn’t exactly sure the main reason but I wasn’t appreciating him bothering Emily. He was touching her in appropriately and I wasn’t gonna put up with it.

I walked in the bathroom and the guy was splashing water on his face, “Hey buddy, can I talk to you?” I asked roughly.

“Umm..., yeah?” this man who was old enough to be twenty years Emily’s senior said.

“Don’t go near her again,” I told him a little more pushy then I was aiming for.

“Excuse me?” he asked.

“That girl your bothering, just do me a favor and leave her alone. She is with me and I don’t like the way your talking to her.”

He laughed, “Yeah ok,” he went to push by me and walk out the bathroom door, but I grabbed his arm.

“I’m not joking, pal. I’m serious, very serious. Just leave her alone.”

He pulled his arm out of my grasp and walked out of the bathroom. I hope I got threw to him to leave her alone, but something told me it wasn’t gonna happen.


Emily
Ro was acting like a whore as usual. It was rather nauseating to me the way she was on Brian's lap like some stripper giving a lap dance. Believe me, it's not that I care at all about my sister being a sexual being or as she proclaims, 'easy,' I care that she is doing it to drown away the memories from a screwed up childhood.

One day it's gonna bite her in the ass. I watched her for all of like two seconds before I couldn't stand to watch her any longer. I looked around the bar and was extremely thankful that the man who was trying to buy me drinks before wasn't anywhere in sight.

He honestly made my skin crawl. My eyes drifted over to the pool table where Isaac and Pat where playing. I can't believe he was so arrogant that he just assumed that he could pay for my drinks.

He is the biggest bastard really. Although I do get free drinks out of the deal, even though I feel like I'm selling my soul to the devil. I watched him walk around the pool table like he was something special and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

He was infuriating. He bent over to make a shot on the pool table and I couldn't help but stare at his butt, it was very, very nice. I mean like it was round and subtle. Wait what am I saying. I shouldn’t be noticing those kind of things on him.

He could probably read my thoughts and would make the assumption that I wanted him. You can find someone attractive and there body being attractive even if you don't want that person. Damn was his ass nice though.

I watched him for a moment, the way he bent and the way it stuck out just enough. It wasn't till he turned around and stared in my direction that I realized I was staring at his butt. I quickly looked away and turned my whole body into the bar. Shit he caught me looking at his ass.

What the hell was I doing? I was not going to look over there again, I probably gave him enough to think I was interested buy just looking at him. Suddenly, I felt a presence next to me. and I pretended not to notice. I knew it was that asshole from before.

I hoped that if I didn't pay attention he would just go away. "Hey sweetie!" he said sounding a little more drunk then he did the last time he talked to me.

His arm went around me and he pulled me to him. I put my hands up in defense and tried to push body away from his. "Stop!" I said, but his grip held me tight.

"You’re a feisty little thing!" he said as he encircled my body and fought harder to get out of his grasp.

Suddenly, I felt an arm pull me the other way and free from this the grip of this other man. I felt hands gently spin my head around and before I knew what as going on, Pat was standing and he kissed me.

He kissed me, he fucking kissed me and this wasn't a normal kiss, this was a kiss. I was disgusted and angry but it was soft and pleasant that I couldn't pull way. His lips enveloping mine in such away that if I wasn't sitting down I needed to be.

When he pulled away I couldn't see straight, the kiss had been so intense. I almost pulled him in for another kiss, it was so good. When my vision stared to return to normal, I felt my mouth drop open in shock and I looked at him as he licked his lips and smirked at me.

I didn't know what to do, what to say, half of me wanted to smack him, the other half of me wanted to wanted to grab him and continue where we left off. This was insane and I didn't even know what to think about anything right now.

I stared at him for a moment trying to figure out why he just did what he did. I still couldn't think straight from that damn kiss. Hi soft brown eyes were staring into me and the moment was so, I couldn't breath.

I turned my head and took a few deep breaths to try to get myself back to normal. "I thought I told you to say way from her?" Pat said suddenly looking at the drunk man next to me.

Did I just hear him right? Did he tell someone to leave me alone. Is this for real? I stared at him and he looked back. I was trying to give him a stern look, but I kept drifting down to those gorgeous puffy lips and I would find myself becoming entranced, licking my lips in desire.

I don't know what was wrong with me, It must be the alcohol. "You’re telling me to leave her alone is supposed to stop me how? The woman is obviously hot for me," the dirt old man said winking at me.

I almost threw up. "No!" I said loudly, the first words I spoke since Pat had kissed me.

I still didn't understand what was going on between these two guys. "Well, when you tell someone to leave someone alone. It usually is serious." Pat said.

His wonderfully soft hands brushing my shoulder. I felt goose bumps form on my skin and I really just need to go home and make myself right again. "What is she your girlfriend or something?" the man asked.

Pat didn't pause for a second. He wrapped his arms around me kissed the top my next right by my ear, "Yeah, she is my girlfriend." he responded.

The guy looked at me quizzically. I was now stuck to either saying yes to Pat or dealing with this guy. I scooted closer to Pat and I smiled at this man deciding to just go along with Pat. He glared at me and suddenly his hand grabbed my arm firmly, "You’re a whore you know that?" he said.

Pat reached across me and grabbed the guys arm, "Get your hands off of her."

He just laughed, "I'm not playing around. Get your hands off of her right now!"

Pat was serious and angry and a part of me didn't hate him as much anymore. Finally, the guy let go of me with a push, "Slut," he mumbled as he walked away finishing his beer.

I had no clue what to say to him. I was thankful that he helped me, but in the same sense I was annoyed that he just thought he could come over here and kiss me like that. I know I kind of liked it, but he had no right to do that, "You ok?" he asked, looking at the area of my arm he had been gripping me.

"Yeah I'm fine thanks," I said trying to be nice.

It wouldn't be right being a bitch right now. "Sorry about the kiss... I couldn't think of anything else to do. I just went with it." he said staring directly into me with those soft brown eyes, pouting those lips of his.

"It's ok, I just wasn't expecting it," I told him softly.

God, he was fairly attractive. "Well, I'm gonna go finish my pool game with Isaac. So I’ll talk to you later." he told me.

"Ok," I said and he paused a brief second before walking away.

It was to much for me, "Bartender!" I yelled out, "What can I get you dear?" he asked.

"A shot of Jacks please!" I said.

"Sure thing."

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"Emily, we're getting out of here," Ro said stumbling over to me dragging Brian behind her.

Getting out of here meant, ‘umm hey we are going to have sex.’ I gave her a look and she just smiled. "Don't give me a look like you’re my Mother!" she yelled.

I just rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for her drunken sluttiness. “Fine. Have fun.” I told her.

“Oh I will. You and Pat have fun,” she said with a wink.

“Oh yeah,” I responded back turning my head to not look in her direction.

I sat there for awhile thinking about how angry I really was with my sister. She was so worried about fucking some dude that she is gonna put me in a situation to have to go home with the one man who makes me very uncomfortable.

After sitting at the bar for the entire night, I had to get up and walk around. I picked up my drink and walked over to the little corner by the dart board. There was no one over there so I figured it would be a good place hang out.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” the voice of the skeevy old man rang out from behind me.

I closed my eyes and told myself just to relax and he wasn’t worth my energy. I felt his hands travel down the front of me and he went to grab my breast. “What the hell!?” I yelled trying to get up from the chair.

Suddenly, a hand that had now become so familiar came into view. “Don’t you dare you fucking shit head!” Pat’s voice yelled grabbing him before he could touch me.

I tried to stand up but as I moved his other hand forced me down pushing me roughly back into the chair, “I’m tired of you being a little tease.” he was really starting to scare me.

“What the hell do you think your doing getting rough with a lady?!” Pat yelled pulling his arm up, getting in his face.

“She isn’t a lady. She’s a little whore. She has been flaunting her shit all night and now I’m going to take it!”

He gripped me and I felt his hand fondle my breast. I yelped a little loudly in a state of shock and the next thing I remembered I heard someone’s fist connect with someone else. I jumped up from the chair and saw Pat holding his fist back like he was ready to strike again and the old man leaning up against the wall feeling his now bleeding lip.

“Pat, oh my god! You...” But before I could finish he ran at Pat and punched him right in the lip.

Pat fell to the floor and he was on him quickly. Trying to hit him over and over again, Pat was doing the best he could to defend himself. “STOP!” I yelled pulling on the man trying to get him to stop.

“You little bitch!” he yelled reaching back to push me off of him.

Instead of pushing me, his hand hit me in the face and I fell back hitting my head into the Jukebox.

Everything was fuzzy for a few minutes. I was pretty sure I saw a few people come over and pull Pat and the old man off each other and a pair of soft hands helped me up sitting me in the chair.

I placed my head down on the table trying to clear my mind and vision. Next thinkg I remembered was Pat sitting down in front of me picking my head up, “Hey hey are you ok?” he asked his eyes filled with concern.

“Yeah..” I said barely audible.

“Come on, I’m gonna take you home,” he said helping me up and trying to get me to walk with him.

“No, no I’ll get home I’ll be ok.”

I didn’t want help. I didn’t want him to think that I needed it. “Emily, I’m not letting you take a cab or call someone. You need to get out of here. Please let me take you home!” he said.

I never noticed how caring his eyes could look, “You’re bleeding,” I said touching his lip that had been split open.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about me. It’s you we need to get home,” he said pulling me up.

I didn’t fight him even though a part of me knew that if he took me home, I just might not be even to stop myself from letting something happen.




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