So Racetracks’ boyfriend/booty call has a little brother, and today just so happens to be his birthday, so we're going out to some place called the Road House... it sounds kind of hip and 'uppity' but the name makes me thing of death proof and other good movies like that and I want to go in my bike gear and start a fight, lol.
Just kidding! But if there as a fight I would so beat someone up...or at least give them a run for their money...
OKAY!! SO I’m back from the club and holy shit racetrack, you’re a fucking drama queen! So I gotta tell the intewebz about my night as a spectator. We head out to a club called ’the roadhouse' as I mentioned before. we coat check and get drinks, I get my typical Corona and hey what do you know bartender is a cutie so I’m all ' what’s your name', and after playing it up he tells me, 'my names Joel, the VIP guy', and then he bends me over backwards and fucks me till I have an earth shattering orgasm and start speaking another languages and pours a shot down my throat. Hot. Night goes on, lots of dancing lots of pictures lots of fun and then TR's boyfriend thing gets all hot and heavy with a cubby but scantily clad 'friend'. RT sees this, it’s like a train wreck, it’s awful to watch but she cannot look away. I tried everything to distract her but alas I’m sure you can guess what’s happening next. I saw it coming too. he wises up to his fuck up and come up to fix it and she blows him off, this goes on for a while and finally I sit him down and say 'Dude she’s pissed, back off and let her cool down, get some flowers tomorrow and everything will be alright' and things are good. RT and I continue having a good time. And then... why is there always an 'and then'?
So, and follow closely, RT's boyfriends friend's girlfriend ( it’s okay to read that twice) got all up in her face about making her boyfriend feel bad and cry ( I’m thinking what a pansy but hey, it’s not my guy) and seriously got in RT face. RT's a karate kid, has been for a long time and this chick doesn’t know what’s being packed beneath the fluffy white halter top. So I step in and keep them apart. I was doing the stranger a favour. people are yelling and screaming 'fight' and 'kick her ass' and doing everything they can to egg her on but between the nail marks on my hands I think I saved her life and stopped RT and I from getting band for annihilating this chick. RT's boy cried himself home and we had a good rest of the night.
So why the hell would complete strangers feel like they have the right to tell you what to and not to do? That’s a bit rude right? I think if I had been in RT's place I wouldn’t have shoved her I would have just knocked her the fuck out and saved myself the drama.
Oh and you there, guy in the white shirt and 400 dollar pants, you smell sooo good, but I forgot your name.
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