Em always said a little casual sex was the best way to relax and relieve some stress. I certainly could use some stress relief right now in my life.
I spun around in my seat and scanned the crowd. I had no interest in Mr. Muscles that Em was currently feeling up. If there was someone there, though, that did catch my eye, I might actual go for it tonight.
Two
Barrett
I was feeling pretty shitty as I sat alone at the table my buddies and I had procured. They were all on the dance floor with a bunch of girls from the nearby party school. They couldn’t have been more than nineteen.
I preferred quality over quantity, however. I could have used a release, though, so I scanned the room for a better candidate.
I wasn’t sure what I was dreading more my finals or the fact that end of school meant seeing my parents again. Granted it wouldn’t be for long, but still miserable. They would prefer to spend the summer in Europe, where as I would prefer to be as far away as possible from them.
Dad has scoffed when I told him I had signed up to be apart of the Red Cross medical team in Greece helping the refugees pouring in. In his mind, how profitable was an experience doing charity work when I could do my residency with him. All he ever saw in me was another multimillion dollar plastic surgeon like him, and his father before him.
I had no plans to go down that road. If he thought I would spend the rest of my life catering to the winning of the rich and famous of New York, he had another thing coming. It was something I was actually going to have to bring up to him, unfortunately.
With next year being the start of my doctorate, it would be the prime time to let him know that I wouldn’t be following in his footsteps. I bristled at the thought of that conversation. It wouldn’t take a brain surgeon to know it wasn’t going to go well.
I had just about finished scanning the room, and was about to head home, when she caught my eye. I was surprised to see her sitting all alone at the bar. Usually girls came in hoards to these places.
I licked my lips as I looked over her frame. She had gorgeous golden hair that was just begging to be pulled and bronzed legs that seemed to go on for miles. My fingers were already itching to slip between her thighs.
I stayed in my seat, however, and waited a few beats. I wanted to make sure that she wasn’t actually with someone before I walked over. Finally when I couldn't take watching her any longer, I got up and made my way over.
Leaning on the bar next to her I motioned for the bartender. I didn’t need another drink, but it was something to do. I looked down at her from the side of my eyes.
I could already tell she noticed my presence and was doing her best not to check me out in return. It was a good sign.
I leaned in close so she could hear me over the music, “Hey, you wanna dance?”
She looked at me full on for the first time as if she was sizing me up. I wasn’t one to beat around the bush and it wouldn’t be long before I either gave up on her or took her outside.
“Sorry,” she finally said. I could tell she liked what she saw. “I don’t really do that.”
“Dance?” I said, with a hint of flirtation.
“No, what you mean by dancing,” she shot back just as confident as ever.
I slid into the seat next to her.
“So you don’t really meet new people at a club? Because that was all I was hoping for,” I said giving a charming smile.
She narrowed her honey colored eyes at me then. I knew she could see right through my words and I wanted her too.
“I guess I’m not really the clubbing type at all,” she said by way of explanation.
“But you are here now?” I encouraged.
“Yeah, my friend,” she nudged to another girl a few feet away flirting with two guys, “insisted I come with her. Just to get a break from all the finals shit,” she responded.
“I hear you,” I said with all honesty. “U of C?” I asked.
“No, Northwestern.”
I nodded in understanding. There were more four year schools in Chicago and surrounding areas then I cared to count. It wasn’t uncommon to find a mixing of the different universities in the same area.
“You know,” I said flashing that smile back at her, “A little exam relief might not be a bad idea. From a medical standpoint. It would probably improve your test scores in the end,” I teased.