Story Title: All For One
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I went out to a club. It was the first time in years, first time since the breakup. I got to the bar, ordered a bottle of beer. I turned and leaned on the bar, watching everyone, drawing it all in. I started feeling out of place. At 35, my name is Gerald an estate management consultant, I apparently don’t go to a club without my true pal Scott. But I had to go alone to have fun.
Gerald couldn’t take his eyes off of the women in this place. Their eyes, drawing in the attention of every man and most of the women he glance at. Their lips, with the shinning lip gloss. The swell of their breasts in their tight shirts, drawing down to their tight stomachs. The flare in their hips, all accentuated by the skirts flowing across them while on the dance floor.
I kept staring, rolling the straw in my drink. As I finish the drink, I turn to place it on the bar when my arm is hit knocking the empty glass down. I turn around to see who hit me knowing that I know no one here. As I turned I saw her.
She was about 2 inch shorter than me, with beautiful eyes. She was pretty, about 23years, with mesmerizing eyes and a beautiful smile.
She wasn’t wearing the skirts and tight shirts the majority of the women were wearing. A top and blue jeans, which looked nice on her. I couldn’t help but think that the simple outfit made her prettier than if she wore the skirt.
She placed her hand on my arm and said something to me. I leaned toward her, trying to hear her over the loud music coming from the speakers.
“I said I’m sorry I spilled your drink, I didn’t mean to.”
I smiled at her, “You’re telling me you don’t run around knocking drinks out of guys hands?”
“Umm, no, not tonight,” she laughed, “and you’re not old. Just… experienced.”
“You have no idea,” I said, winking at her, “but I probably look old enough….”
“To be my dad? Why do guys always say that? Don’t you think if I had an issue with age, I’d let you know?” She asked.
“Fair enough, in that case, can I get you a drink? It’s the least I could do for you hitting me,” I smirked.
“Contributing to the crime of a minor now?” She laughed.
“Am Gerald, what’s your name darling”