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Authors: Brooke Page
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enjoyed sitting and staring at a sporting event, even if I didn’t care about who won.
“Hey, little brother, what are you doing here?” Nathan said as he rose from his seat. Of course, out of all the bars in Miami, Mitch had to find the exact same one we were at.
Mitch took Nathan’s hand, then gave me a lopsided grin. His eyes looked a bit hazy, and I was sure the bottle of beer wasn’t his first. “Enjoying my Friday night. This isn’t really your scene, is it?” Mitch asked as he eyed the two of us.
I spun in my seat, the beer making me feel feisty. “Why wouldn’t this be our scene?”
Mitch shrugged and gave us a mocking grin. “Thought you were into, what’s the word, fancy restaurants?”
“I like to loosen my tie every now and then.” Nathan laughed, but his laughter quickly faded as his eye caught something from a distance and he was out of his chair. My lip twitched in amusement. Only Nathan could spot the one potentially gay man in this little bar.
Mitch sat on the now empty stool that was next to me. The course fabric of his jeans touched my bare knee, causing me to cross my legs away from him. There was no need for touching, especially when we both had been drinking.
“You’re the only person who could get Nathan anywhere he doesn’t want to be.”
“He was fine with it,” I lied.
“Are you kidding? This is a dive bar.”
I laughed. “I love this bar. It’s quaint and small and has a ton of beers to choose from,” I added as I waved my hand in the direction of the different taps.
“Let me refill your glass.” Mitch nodded to the bartender to come in our direction. She was a tatted up bleach blonde girl who looked like she didn’t take shit from anyone.
“What do you need Mitch?” Hmm, she knew his name.
“A refill for the lady in red,” Mitch asked pleasantly. “Another for me, and whatever the finely dressed gentleman and his friend are having.” Mitch motioned in Nathan’s direction on the opposite side of the bar. Nathan looked like he had the young kid already eating out of the palm of his hand. I shook my head, knowing he’d most likely not go home with him. That young gun looked way too easy.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said casually as I swirled the remains of my first beer at the bottom of my cup.
“Don’t worry, I felt obligated.”
“Ha ha ha. I can’t imagine that line working well.”
He leaned closer. “You want a line?”
I laughed louder this time, causing a few others who were sitting at the bar to look in our direction. “Mitch, you text me your lame ass pick-up lines daily. I’m sure you don’t have any new ones.”
Mitch spun so he was facing me, his arm resting on the bartop. “Sounds like a challenge.”
My brows rose. Bring it.
“Have you been to the doctor lately? Because I think you're lacking some vitamin me.”
“Heard it,” I said, not showing interest.
He shifted in his seat, his mischievous grin inching farther up his cheeks. “Are you a banana?”
“Why, because you find me a-peeling?” I cocked my head.
Mitch rested his head on his hand as though he were thinking. “I think you have something in your eye?”
“You mean a sparkle?”
Mitch rested both his elbows on his knees as he leaned closer to me. “Okay, how about this one. My buddies over there thought I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with you. Guess I won. Want to spend their money with me?” My jaw dropped as Mitch pointed behind him with one hand and held a twenty with the other. As though the bartender were in on the joke, she walked over and took the twenty, placing a fresh beer in front of me.
Mitch leaned so his back was resting on the bar. “Winner.”
I looked down in my lap with embarrassment as I watched the gentlemen he pointed at laugh with each other . What a jerk. But I wasn’t one to just let a man make a fool out of me.
“Seems fitting. You’d never afford my attention otherwise.”
“Oh, I could
“Hey, little brother, what are you doing here?” Nathan said as he rose from his seat. Of course, out of all the bars in Miami, Mitch had to find the exact same one we were at.
Mitch took Nathan’s hand, then gave me a lopsided grin. His eyes looked a bit hazy, and I was sure the bottle of beer wasn’t his first. “Enjoying my Friday night. This isn’t really your scene, is it?” Mitch asked as he eyed the two of us.
I spun in my seat, the beer making me feel feisty. “Why wouldn’t this be our scene?”
Mitch shrugged and gave us a mocking grin. “Thought you were into, what’s the word, fancy restaurants?”
“I like to loosen my tie every now and then.” Nathan laughed, but his laughter quickly faded as his eye caught something from a distance and he was out of his chair. My lip twitched in amusement. Only Nathan could spot the one potentially gay man in this little bar.
Mitch sat on the now empty stool that was next to me. The course fabric of his jeans touched my bare knee, causing me to cross my legs away from him. There was no need for touching, especially when we both had been drinking.
“You’re the only person who could get Nathan anywhere he doesn’t want to be.”
“He was fine with it,” I lied.
“Are you kidding? This is a dive bar.”
I laughed. “I love this bar. It’s quaint and small and has a ton of beers to choose from,” I added as I waved my hand in the direction of the different taps.
“Let me refill your glass.” Mitch nodded to the bartender to come in our direction. She was a tatted up bleach blonde girl who looked like she didn’t take shit from anyone.
“What do you need Mitch?” Hmm, she knew his name.
“A refill for the lady in red,” Mitch asked pleasantly. “Another for me, and whatever the finely dressed gentleman and his friend are having.” Mitch motioned in Nathan’s direction on the opposite side of the bar. Nathan looked like he had the young kid already eating out of the palm of his hand. I shook my head, knowing he’d most likely not go home with him. That young gun looked way too easy.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said casually as I swirled the remains of my first beer at the bottom of my cup.
“Don’t worry, I felt obligated.”
“Ha ha ha. I can’t imagine that line working well.”
He leaned closer. “You want a line?”
I laughed louder this time, causing a few others who were sitting at the bar to look in our direction. “Mitch, you text me your lame ass pick-up lines daily. I’m sure you don’t have any new ones.”
Mitch spun so he was facing me, his arm resting on the bartop. “Sounds like a challenge.”
My brows rose. Bring it.
“Have you been to the doctor lately? Because I think you're lacking some vitamin me.”
“Heard it,” I said, not showing interest.
He shifted in his seat, his mischievous grin inching farther up his cheeks. “Are you a banana?”
“Why, because you find me a-peeling?” I cocked my head.
Mitch rested his head on his hand as though he were thinking. “I think you have something in your eye?”
“You mean a sparkle?”
Mitch rested both his elbows on his knees as he leaned closer to me. “Okay, how about this one. My buddies over there thought I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with you. Guess I won. Want to spend their money with me?” My jaw dropped as Mitch pointed behind him with one hand and held a twenty with the other. As though the bartender were in on the joke, she walked over and took the twenty, placing a fresh beer in front of me.
Mitch leaned so his back was resting on the bar. “Winner.”
I looked down in my lap with embarrassment as I watched the gentlemen he pointed at laugh with each other . What a jerk. But I wasn’t one to just let a man make a fool out of me.
“Seems fitting. You’d never afford my attention otherwise.”
“Oh, I could
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