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black T-shirt that hugged a large muscular frame and jeans, similar to Michael’s.
He smiled and said, “Do you call everyone asshole?”
Michael looked at his feet and saw the man was wearing black leather boots and pointing to them said, “Why did they kick you out? You’re wearing black leather boots.”
The man looked at his boots, looked up at Michael and smiled, “Is that why you left? I was wondering why?”
“Yeah, and I’m going home to get my size seventeen, black leather stilettos, just to piss off the bouncer,” Michael said as he turned toward the street again to look for a cab.
The man inched closer to Michael and looked up the street as well and said, “You won’t get a cab just standing here. You’ll need to call for one inside. They don’t like coming to this neighborhood if they don’t have to.”
“Great,” Michael said. “Where should I go then to catch one? I just moved here yesterday.”
The man reached out his hand and introduced himself, “I’m Steve. Come with me into the bar.”
“I’m Michael, but they won’t let me in,” Michael said shaking his hand and noticing the strong grip on this stranger who followed him out. “Weren’t you leaving?”
“No,” Steve said. “I saw you come in and then turn around and leave, so I decided to follow you out to see if I could meet you.”
“It must be slim pickings inside tonight if you need to find a trick by watching the door for rejects,” Michael said with a laugh.
Steve looked Michael up and down and said, “You’re no reject. Come with me, I’ll get you in.”
“And, what makes you think you can get me in?” Michael asked without moving.
“I’m Mr. D.C. Falcon,” Steve said as he walked back to the door and motioned for Michael to follow him.
Michael hesitated for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and followed his new acquaintance to the door. Steve rang the bell, and the bouncer opened it, smiling at Steve but then throwing a frown at Michael.
“It’s OK, Jim,” Steve said as he grabbed Michael’s arm to lead him in. “This is my date, Michael.”
Michael walked past the bouncer and smirked as the bouncer huffed back at him, saying, “Yeah, well your date isn’t dressed right.”
Steve turned around and walked up to the bouncer, staring up at the big man who stood a good six inches taller. The bouncer bowed his head at Steve, who growled at him, “Boy. You know better than to sass me. Now, you apologize to my friend. He just moved here, and I wouldn’t want him to think we’re not respectful to our guests!”
The bouncer walked up to Michael who was watching this play out with much curiosity, got down on his knees, grabbed Michael’s right hand and said, while looking at the floor, “Forgive me, sir. I did not mean any disrespect.”
Michael, who was a little taken aback by the bouncer’s behavior, looked at Steve for direction. “What do I say?” Michael mouthed.
“Put your left hand on the back of his head and tell him he’s forgiven,” Steve said as if anyone should know this.
Michael did as Steve instructed and said, “You’re forgiven.” Then he looked at Steve, who nodded approvingly, and took his hand off the bouncer’s head and said as he then put it under his chin and tilted the big man’s head up, “But, boy, I don’t care if I come in wearing a party dress and Mary Jane’s. You let me in next time.”
The bouncer said, “Yes, sir.” Then he stood up and walked back to the door.
Michael reached for his wallet and pulled out a $10 bill and walked over to bouncer and handed him the cover charge. He then walked back over to Steve and said, “I always pay my way.”
Steve took a seat at the bar and motioned for Michael to sit next to him. Michael seated himself and asked, “What the hell was that all about with the sirs and the boys?”
Steve looked at Michael and said, “Role playing,” as if anyone knew that.
Steve then ordered a bottled water, and
He smiled and said, “Do you call everyone asshole?”
Michael looked at his feet and saw the man was wearing black leather boots and pointing to them said, “Why did they kick you out? You’re wearing black leather boots.”
The man looked at his boots, looked up at Michael and smiled, “Is that why you left? I was wondering why?”
“Yeah, and I’m going home to get my size seventeen, black leather stilettos, just to piss off the bouncer,” Michael said as he turned toward the street again to look for a cab.
The man inched closer to Michael and looked up the street as well and said, “You won’t get a cab just standing here. You’ll need to call for one inside. They don’t like coming to this neighborhood if they don’t have to.”
“Great,” Michael said. “Where should I go then to catch one? I just moved here yesterday.”
The man reached out his hand and introduced himself, “I’m Steve. Come with me into the bar.”
“I’m Michael, but they won’t let me in,” Michael said shaking his hand and noticing the strong grip on this stranger who followed him out. “Weren’t you leaving?”
“No,” Steve said. “I saw you come in and then turn around and leave, so I decided to follow you out to see if I could meet you.”
“It must be slim pickings inside tonight if you need to find a trick by watching the door for rejects,” Michael said with a laugh.
Steve looked Michael up and down and said, “You’re no reject. Come with me, I’ll get you in.”
“And, what makes you think you can get me in?” Michael asked without moving.
“I’m Mr. D.C. Falcon,” Steve said as he walked back to the door and motioned for Michael to follow him.
Michael hesitated for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and followed his new acquaintance to the door. Steve rang the bell, and the bouncer opened it, smiling at Steve but then throwing a frown at Michael.
“It’s OK, Jim,” Steve said as he grabbed Michael’s arm to lead him in. “This is my date, Michael.”
Michael walked past the bouncer and smirked as the bouncer huffed back at him, saying, “Yeah, well your date isn’t dressed right.”
Steve turned around and walked up to the bouncer, staring up at the big man who stood a good six inches taller. The bouncer bowed his head at Steve, who growled at him, “Boy. You know better than to sass me. Now, you apologize to my friend. He just moved here, and I wouldn’t want him to think we’re not respectful to our guests!”
The bouncer walked up to Michael who was watching this play out with much curiosity, got down on his knees, grabbed Michael’s right hand and said, while looking at the floor, “Forgive me, sir. I did not mean any disrespect.”
Michael, who was a little taken aback by the bouncer’s behavior, looked at Steve for direction. “What do I say?” Michael mouthed.
“Put your left hand on the back of his head and tell him he’s forgiven,” Steve said as if anyone should know this.
Michael did as Steve instructed and said, “You’re forgiven.” Then he looked at Steve, who nodded approvingly, and took his hand off the bouncer’s head and said as he then put it under his chin and tilted the big man’s head up, “But, boy, I don’t care if I come in wearing a party dress and Mary Jane’s. You let me in next time.”
The bouncer said, “Yes, sir.” Then he stood up and walked back to the door.
Michael reached for his wallet and pulled out a $10 bill and walked over to bouncer and handed him the cover charge. He then walked back over to Steve and said, “I always pay my way.”
Steve took a seat at the bar and motioned for Michael to sit next to him. Michael seated himself and asked, “What the hell was that all about with the sirs and the boys?”
Steve looked at Michael and said, “Role playing,” as if anyone knew that.
Steve then ordered a bottled water, and
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