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Group Date night, my chance to shine. I roll in with my boy Zayn. He points out the girl in the red floral dress in front of the bar on the way in. "This is what I call a target rich environment", I say as Zayn and I enter the bar dripping with confidence. "You live your life between your legs," he says to me as I chuckle, knowing that he's right. "Even you can get laid in a place like this", I quip, can't having him think he got the better of me with his jest. Zayn turns around, "I'm telling you I'd be happy to find a girl who would talk dirty to me." I smile, knowing Zayn is here to support me, and has no intention of competing with me for the belle of the ball. Across the bar I see my main competition, Kyle. Looking suave, comfortable and chatting up some other bird. He's been here before, at least he acts like it. "That, you wanna know who the best is, that's him, Kyle", Zayn says mean mugging Kyle across the bar. So cool, Kyle doesn't even take his glasses off even though he's inside at 9 pm. Take another sip of your gin and tonic you magnificent son of a bitch. "Wanna know why they call him Kyle? It's the way he acts, ice cold, no mistakes", Zayn says, implying he knows this dude. "Just wares you down. You get bored, frustrated, do something stupid and he's got you", he says before pressing his beer back to his lips.
Zayn reaches out and grabs the guy walking past. "Hey hey, r0tzbua, I thought you wanted a date with Bex, what's the matter", Zayn says, getting out ahead of my competition for me. "Zayn you're such a dickhead, whose butt did you kiss to get in here, huh?" asks r0tzbua. "Well the list is long, but distinguished", replies Zayn, matching the smirk r0tz is giving him after his quip. "Yeah well so is my Johnson", says r0tz firing down a shot of jager while maintaining eye contact with Zayn. "So you're rolling with Kyle now, huh?" asks Zayn. "That's Mr. Kyle to you", r0tz snaps back. "Hey Zayn, how's it going", Kyle has made his way across the room and smoothly cuts in. I'm starting to feel a little left out. "Good Kyle, this is gucci", Zayn says, finally introducing me to the lads. "Congratulations on making it this far", says Kyle, sizing me up. "Thank you", I reply, sizing him up right back to his face. "Sorry to hear about Edd, he and I were like brothers in S21, he was a good man", Kyle says honestly. "Still is a good man", I reply. "Yeah that's what I meant", Kyle quickly responds, shoving some bar peanuts into his mouth. "Thought so..." I say, knowing how full of crap he is. "Say you need any help?" asks Kyle, staring into my soul. Imagine thinking I need help with a group date, ha! "With what?" I ask, I want him to say it. My eyes lock with Kyle's. His face breaks into a haughty smirk, "You figured it out yet?" he asks with a shit-eating grin more obnoxious than anything I've seen from him yet at this point. "What's that?" I calmly ask. I want to see where this is going. "Who's winning this bachelorette contest", he says, still smirking. "No, I think I can figure that one out on my own", I say. Time for me to dial up my A-game. Our eyes are firmly locked into one another's at this point. "I heard that about you... You like to work alone", he says ignoring the fact that I'm there with Zayn as a wingman. Can't say he's wrong though, not trying to share Bex with anyone. R0tz cuts back in, breaking Kyle and I's staring contest. "Guc you must've sold under a lucky star, huh? Fantasy superstar then you slide into Steg's spot in this", he says trying to get a rise out of us. "We didn't slide into Steg's spot, it was ours, okay?" says Zayn, completely ready to go toe-to-toe with r0tz. "Yeah well some players wait their whole career just to see Bex up close", r0tz continues as Kyle fires back another shot. "Guess you're lucky and famous, huh?" r0tz says before slamming back a shot for himself. "No you mean notorious", says Kyle, stifling a laugh at his own dumb joke. R0tz walks away, "I'll see you later", says Kyle as he follows his sidekick back towards the bar. "You can count on it", I reply as I watch him walk off. I can't help but be amused at all of their theatrics. "They were abused children", Zayn says, he always knows how to make me feel a little better.
I look over at Zayn on my right as the synth drowns out our good decision making skills. "We're gonna have a good time", I say as I hold my beer out for a cheers. "Always", he says, that's a good lad. Zayn sees two women enter the bar. "I guess it's my turn isn't it", he says before continuing, "Alright the bet is $20. You have to have carnal knowledge, of a lady this time, on the premises." "On the premises", I confirm. Then I notice Bex across the smoky bar fending off interest from that loser Kyle. "I don't know, it just doesn't seem fair... for you I mean" , I say, never taking my eyes off Bex, "But uh... she's lost that lovin' feeling". Zayn stutters, "She's lost... no she hasn't..." "Yes she has", I say, "she's lost it". "Man come on..." Zayn says acknowledging his defeat he can now see clearly at the bottom of the beer. "I hate it when she does that, shit", he says as he follows me over to Bex. I grab the mic and tap Bex on the arm, "Excuse me miss". Zayn cuts in "Hey hey hey, don't worry I'll take care of this", he says to Bex, she turns back to the bar, excited and confused. Zayn ducks out of the way. "You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips..." I'm kicking it a capella to start. Bex is embarrassed, but clearly interested. Zayn cuts in once again, now wearing his aviator shades in a dark bar, "There's no tenderness like before in your fingertiiiiips". The bar is snapping along now, I start again, "You're trying hard not to show it..." the rest of the group of guys join in. "BABY. BUT BABY I KNOW IT!!!! YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVIN FEELING WOOOOAH THAT LOVIN FEELING. YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVIN FEELIN NOW ITS GONE GONE GONE WOOOOOAHAAAHH. BA DUM BA DUM BA DOOOO DOOOO DA DOOP". "Sit down" , Bex says as she offers up the seat next to her. I'm in. The other's keep the song up but it's already over.
Group Date night, my chance to shine. I roll in with my boy Zayn. He points out the girl in the red floral dress in front of the bar on the way in. "This is what I call a target rich environment", I say as Zayn and I enter the bar dripping with confidence. "You live your life between your legs," he says to me as I chuckle, knowing that he's right. "Even you can get laid in a place like this", I quip, can't having him think he got the better of me with his jest. Zayn turns around, "I'm telling you I'd be happy to find a girl who would talk dirty to me." I smile, knowing Zayn is here to support me, and has no intention of competing with me for the belle of the ball. Across the bar I see my main competition, Kyle. Looking suave, comfortable and chatting up some other bird. He's been here before, at least he acts like it. "That, you wanna know who the best is, that's him, Kyle", Zayn says mean mugging Kyle across the bar. So cool, Kyle doesn't even take his glasses off even though he's inside at 9 pm. Take another sip of your gin and tonic you magnificent son of a bitch. "Wanna know why they call him Kyle? It's the way he acts, ice cold, no mistakes", Zayn says, implying he knows this dude. "Just wares you down. You get bored, frustrated, do something stupid and he's got you", he says before pressing his beer back to his lips.
Zayn reaches out and grabs the guy walking past. "Hey hey, r0tzbua, I thought you wanted a date with Bex, what's the matter", Zayn says, getting out ahead of my competition for me. "Zayn you're such a dickhead, whose butt did you kiss to get in here, huh?" asks r0tzbua. "Well the list is long, but distinguished", replies Zayn, matching the smirk r0tz is giving him after his quip. "Yeah well so is my Johnson", says r0tz firing down a shot of jager while maintaining eye contact with Zayn. "So you're rolling with Kyle now, huh?" asks Zayn. "That's Mr. Kyle to you", r0tz snaps back. "Hey Zayn, how's it going", Kyle has made his way across the room and smoothly cuts in. I'm starting to feel a little left out. "Good Kyle, this is gucci", Zayn says, finally introducing me to the lads. "Congratulations on making it this far", says Kyle, sizing me up. "Thank you", I reply, sizing him up right back to his face. "Sorry to hear about Edd, he and I were like brothers in S21, he was a good man", Kyle says honestly. "Still is a good man", I reply. "Yeah that's what I meant", Kyle quickly responds, shoving some bar peanuts into his mouth. "Thought so..." I say, knowing how full of crap he is. "Say you need any help?" asks Kyle, staring into my soul. Imagine thinking I need help with a group date, ha! "With what?" I ask, I want him to say it. My eyes lock with Kyle's. His face breaks into a haughty smirk, "You figured it out yet?" he asks with a shit-eating grin more obnoxious than anything I've seen from him yet at this point. "What's that?" I calmly ask. I want to see where this is going. "Who's winning this bachelorette contest", he says, still smirking. "No, I think I can figure that one out on my own", I say. Time for me to dial up my A-game. Our eyes are firmly locked into one another's at this point. "I heard that about you... You like to work alone", he says ignoring the fact that I'm there with Zayn as a wingman. Can't say he's wrong though, not trying to share Bex with anyone. R0tz cuts back in, breaking Kyle and I's staring contest. "Guc you must've sold under a lucky star, huh? Fantasy superstar then you slide into Steg's spot in this", he says trying to get a rise out of us. "We didn't slide into Steg's spot, it was ours, okay?" says Zayn, completely ready to go toe-to-toe with r0tz. "Yeah well some players wait their whole career just to see Bex up close", r0tz continues as Kyle fires back another shot. "Guess you're lucky and famous, huh?" r0tz says before slamming back a shot for himself. "No you mean notorious", says Kyle, stifling a laugh at his own dumb joke. R0tz walks away, "I'll see you later", says Kyle as he follows his sidekick back towards the bar. "You can count on it", I reply as I watch him walk off. I can't help but be amused at all of their theatrics. "They were abused children", Zayn says, he always knows how to make me feel a little better.
I look over at Zayn on my right as the synth drowns out our good decision making skills. "We're gonna have a good time", I say as I hold my beer out for a cheers. "Always", he says, that's a good lad. Zayn sees two women enter the bar. "I guess it's my turn isn't it", he says before continuing, "Alright the bet is $20. You have to have carnal knowledge, of a lady this time, on the premises." "On the premises", I confirm. Then I notice Bex across the smoky bar fending off interest from that loser Kyle. "I don't know, it just doesn't seem fair... for you I mean" , I say, never taking my eyes off Bex, "But uh... she's lost that lovin' feeling". Zayn stutters, "She's lost... no she hasn't..." "Yes she has", I say, "she's lost it". "Man come on..." Zayn says acknowledging his defeat he can now see clearly at the bottom of the beer. "I hate it when she does that, shit", he says as he follows me over to Bex. I grab the mic and tap Bex on the arm, "Excuse me miss". Zayn cuts in "Hey hey hey, don't worry I'll take care of this", he says to Bex, she turns back to the bar, excited and confused. Zayn ducks out of the way. "You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips..." I'm kicking it a capella to start. Bex is embarrassed, but clearly interested. Zayn cuts in once again, now wearing his aviator shades in a dark bar, "There's no tenderness like before in your fingertiiiiips". The bar is snapping along now, I start again, "You're trying hard not to show it..." the rest of the group of guys join in. "BABY. BUT BABY I KNOW IT!!!! YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVIN FEELING WOOOOAH THAT LOVIN FEELING. YOU'VE LOST THAT LOVIN FEELIN NOW ITS GONE GONE GONE WOOOOOAHAAAHH. BA DUM BA DUM BA DOOOO DOOOO DA DOOP". "Sit down" , Bex says as she offers up the seat next to her. I'm in. The other's keep the song up but it's already over.
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