with me?” asked Garrett.
“Of course you are.”
“Three Buds, two shots of Jack.”
“You got it.”
Colt never said anything. It was sort of an
interesting contrast. I felt that I knew him so intimately after last night, it
was weird for me to see him so shy once again. But I supposed that this was
just the old group dynamic restoring itself. Colt was there to maintain quiet
authority, while Garrett did enough talking for all three of them.
I came back with the drinks and hung around a bit
while Colt and Garrett took their shots. Suddenly a loud roar filled the bar. A
Dallas cornerback had intercepted a misplaced pass, returning it for a
touchdown as the clock ran out and the game ended. There was lots of yelling
and high-fiving all around.
I saw a smile flash across Colt’s face, big, but
also slightly secretive.
“What are you so happy about, mister?” I asked
playfully.
“It just dawned on me that this is the first
football game I’ve seen all season,” he said.
“I swear it’s one of the things I hate most about
being over in that damn desert,” said Garrett.
Tyson punched Garrett on the arm.
“Hey, you know what I just realized?” said Tyson.
“What?”
“We’re actually gonna be home for the Super Bowl
this year.”
“Hell yeah!” yelled Garrett, slapping him on the
back. “You want to do a shot now?”
“Sure, what the hell. Why not?”
I laughed and headed off to grab the bottle of Jack.
“You sure I shouldn’t just leave this here?” I
asked, holding up the bottle after pouring the shot.
“Dangerous idea,” said Tyson. “I cannot head off to
Vegas feeling the way I did this morning.”
“Oh, you guys are heading out tomorrow?” I asked,
sort of caught off guard. I thought it was still two days away.
“Yup. Got the car checked out today. We’re good to
go, nothing holding us back,” said Garrett.
I didn’t know how I felt about the last part of what
he’d said. I looked over to see Colt studying my face and did my best to hide
what I was thinking. It really was no big deal, but I guess part of me was
disappointed that I wouldn’t get a chance to spend any time with Colt before he
headed off to Vegas with the guys.
Other customers were calling, so I had to part ways
with them for the time being. Colt gave me a wink as I left. I smiled back. He
was still an enigma to me. I hoped he would have fun in Vegas, but I wanted him
back here sooner rather than later. I needed to know for sure where things
stood between us.
Chapter
Four
Colton
Being here at the bar just wasn’t the same as the
night before. I found myself with nothing to say. After those private moments,
it felt weird being in public and not able to converse with Cat as freely and
openly as when we were alone. I watched her work, my eyes examining every
movement of her curves as she walked alongside the bar counter, leaned in to
take drink orders, reached up to grab bottles of liquor off the shelves. There
were three separate football games going on, and here I was unable to take my
eyes off of the gorgeous bartender.
Around 8:30 PM the place started clearing out a
little. The late afternoon games had ended and there was about an hour gap
between those games and the primetime game. Tyson and Garrett looked like they
planned on sticking around for the whole game, a matchup between the Broncos
and the Chargers, two high-scoring offenses that were both likely to make their
way into the playoffs this year.
After things had quieted down a bit and the boys had
gone out for a smoke break, I motioned to Cat to come over. I needed a refill,
but more than that I just wanted to talk to her, maybe explain away a bit of my
silence.
“You didn’t say you were leaving tomorrow,” she
said, as she took the empty glass from my outstretched hand.
“I know. Trust me, I just found out a few hours ago
myself. It’s just a day early, though. No big deal.”
“I know, I know,” said Cat. “I
“Of course you are.”
“Three Buds, two shots of Jack.”
“You got it.”
Colt never said anything. It was sort of an
interesting contrast. I felt that I knew him so intimately after last night, it
was weird for me to see him so shy once again. But I supposed that this was
just the old group dynamic restoring itself. Colt was there to maintain quiet
authority, while Garrett did enough talking for all three of them.
I came back with the drinks and hung around a bit
while Colt and Garrett took their shots. Suddenly a loud roar filled the bar. A
Dallas cornerback had intercepted a misplaced pass, returning it for a
touchdown as the clock ran out and the game ended. There was lots of yelling
and high-fiving all around.
I saw a smile flash across Colt’s face, big, but
also slightly secretive.
“What are you so happy about, mister?” I asked
playfully.
“It just dawned on me that this is the first
football game I’ve seen all season,” he said.
“I swear it’s one of the things I hate most about
being over in that damn desert,” said Garrett.
Tyson punched Garrett on the arm.
“Hey, you know what I just realized?” said Tyson.
“What?”
“We’re actually gonna be home for the Super Bowl
this year.”
“Hell yeah!” yelled Garrett, slapping him on the
back. “You want to do a shot now?”
“Sure, what the hell. Why not?”
I laughed and headed off to grab the bottle of Jack.
“You sure I shouldn’t just leave this here?” I
asked, holding up the bottle after pouring the shot.
“Dangerous idea,” said Tyson. “I cannot head off to
Vegas feeling the way I did this morning.”
“Oh, you guys are heading out tomorrow?” I asked,
sort of caught off guard. I thought it was still two days away.
“Yup. Got the car checked out today. We’re good to
go, nothing holding us back,” said Garrett.
I didn’t know how I felt about the last part of what
he’d said. I looked over to see Colt studying my face and did my best to hide
what I was thinking. It really was no big deal, but I guess part of me was
disappointed that I wouldn’t get a chance to spend any time with Colt before he
headed off to Vegas with the guys.
Other customers were calling, so I had to part ways
with them for the time being. Colt gave me a wink as I left. I smiled back. He
was still an enigma to me. I hoped he would have fun in Vegas, but I wanted him
back here sooner rather than later. I needed to know for sure where things
stood between us.
Chapter
Four
Colton
Being here at the bar just wasn’t the same as the
night before. I found myself with nothing to say. After those private moments,
it felt weird being in public and not able to converse with Cat as freely and
openly as when we were alone. I watched her work, my eyes examining every
movement of her curves as she walked alongside the bar counter, leaned in to
take drink orders, reached up to grab bottles of liquor off the shelves. There
were three separate football games going on, and here I was unable to take my
eyes off of the gorgeous bartender.
Around 8:30 PM the place started clearing out a
little. The late afternoon games had ended and there was about an hour gap
between those games and the primetime game. Tyson and Garrett looked like they
planned on sticking around for the whole game, a matchup between the Broncos
and the Chargers, two high-scoring offenses that were both likely to make their
way into the playoffs this year.
After things had quieted down a bit and the boys had
gone out for a smoke break, I motioned to Cat to come over. I needed a refill,
but more than that I just wanted to talk to her, maybe explain away a bit of my
silence.
“You didn’t say you were leaving tomorrow,” she
said, as she took the empty glass from my outstretched hand.
“I know. Trust me, I just found out a few hours ago
myself. It’s just a day early, though. No big deal.”
“I know, I know,” said Cat. “I
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