eFiction Magazine
April 2011
Ray laughed. “Just a number , huh?” “Yeah. Trust me, she’s smoking hot. Don’t let a few years get in the way of that.” As he was eating, all he could think about was Heather, about the chemistry they shared, how everyone in the bar disappeared; he thought about how shy her eyes were when they met his, and the silly things they would talk about, just to talk to each other, and how everyone noticed it afterward. He finished eating. What the hell, he headed to Carl’s. *** There was a large crowd of people dressed handsomely outside the bar, guys in button downs, girls in tight jeans and sexy dresses, with their hair and makeup perfect; smoking and chatting, under the overhang lamplights. Ray walked passed them hearing some of those pseudo accents, but also hearing a lot of strong Jersey accents. As he was going in he heard one loud mouth guido talking to his boys about his M5, but Ray thought he was really talking to the surrounding girls in jest. Looking for some cheap ho, to go wow you drive a Beamer. Yeah, and I also live at home. Ray laughed. Inside was loud, and even though you could hear the music outside, walking in was like crossing a barrier into a different world. The music was more alive. The place was dark, but lit with different colored lights—mainly amber and red—surrounding the bar, and it wasn’t just
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