Charlie turns and points to another man. He’s a bad boy for sure, with his brown leather jacket. He definitely has the James Dean look to him. And normally I would totally go for that type, but once again I have images of a sexy beast in my head. It’s not entirely fair. I don’t understand how he is able to cling to me in this way. We haven’t been dating very long, yet I can’t get him out of my head. Which is even more ridiculous because of how little time we get to spend together. I’m going to have to find a way to remedy that. I think, turning back and facing Charlie.
“I don’t know, he’s OK.”
I see what the others are doing, as I sip my drink. I can’t remember what it’s called, but it tastes heavenly. Charlie had offered to buy us drinks, but it turned out that it wasn’t even necessary because the man behind the bar has a massive crush on her and didn’t bother carding me. I know that’s an idea that would have Kenton’s head spinning. He can be so uptight about these things, I really need to work on him and help him loosen up some more.
“You really don’t think that hipster guy is cute?” she asks, turning back to the glasses-wearing high fashion nerd.
“I mean he’s okay,” I say with a shrug, “but if you think he’s cute, you should definitely go talk to him.”
Even if I was remotely attracted to him, I could never go up and talk to him for myself. What I have with Kenton, whatever it is, is not worth a terrible lay in a bathroom or a one night stand. He probably isn’t anywhere near as mature, and definitely not even close to being as good in bed.
“No,” she whines, “I need you to talk to him for me because I’m too scared. She is clearly inebriated. I can’t remember the last time Charlie was scared of anything.
“What? You’re scared?” ?I ask in surprise. It boggles my mind that Charlie can even be remotely insecure with her stunning good looks and incredible charm.
“Charlie just to talk to him, if he doesn’t like you then he is an idiot and not worth your time,'' I say urging her on.
She really does look amazing in her sparkly blue dress and thigh-high boots. I have always been jealous of the way her long blonde hair falls down gracefully around her like an elf in my fantastical selection of books, maybe like in Lord of the Rings. And her green eyes, god, they remind me of jade. The very idea that a girl like her is even remotely insecure meant that there is little hope in the world for the rest of us. She is so completely perfect, and she doesn’t even know it. It makes me wonder if Kenton sees me as perfect, and only I don't know it.
Something tells me that if Kenton were here, he would have a stroke at the sight of his daughter. No man wants to think of his daughter having sex appeal. I wonder if there will ever be a time that he and I can go out like Charlie and her hipster across the way.
“Please,” she begs me again. “Just go talk to him for me, warm him up for me.”
“Your big green eyes look sad, and I hate seeing you sad.”
Even though she’s drunk I say, “Okay, okay.” Turning away from her, I turn towards the baby faced man across the way. What am I going to say to him? Hi my friend has a crush on you but she’s too drunk to talk to you by herself so she’s sending me?
Funny as that may sound, it would never do. I would kill her if she said anything like that about me to a guy, so it is only fair that I think of something to say about her too.
“What do you want me to even say?'' I ask her, before walking over.
“Oh I don’t know, tell him something clever about me like I’m really a nice person, and I am a college student, which I am,'' she says with enthusiasm.
“Anything else,” I laugh, reaching forward and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. I love her as much as I love my own sister Abigail.
“Yes,” she says, “tell him that I am excellent in bed.”
“There is no way in hell I’m ever going to tell anyone that, ever,” I tell her. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I feel like you’ve been drinking way too much. You know you've had at least six. What’s your blood alcohol level?”
“Oh my God Lucy you sound like my father,” she huffs swatting me away with the drink in her hand. “Go talk to him, we can exchange numbers and I’ll talk to him tomorrow when I’m sober and smart again,” she says.
Sighing to myself I walk away.
I dodge an army of hardbody fangirls who are vying for the attention of the gym junkies in here while walking over to the man in front of me. They rabidly batt their eyes and squeeze closer together to t
ry to keep me away but I manage to slip through them.
Walking closer to him, I smile and look away, hoping to get his attention. It’s always difficult to get the attention of a guy when they are already surrounded by beautiful women. They really should have made that movie Hitch for women. How to get a guy when he’s surrounded by slutty girls. I would watch that movie.
Walking by I pull out my phone and call Charlie even though she’s only twenty feet away.
“Oh my God Charlie, did you hear there’s a Captain America guy on set here in Wyoming?” I quickly get a lot of the attention, as the girls closest to me turn around to look at me.
“What?” Charlie asks. She can probably barely hear me here. The service is terrible, and the music is so loud, I just hope she doesn’t walk over and ask me in person what I am trying to tell her. I really should have just faked the entire phone call. It's not like he would know.
More girls turn around and listen as I look around the room.
“Yeah I know his Twitter said that he was here as well. It's exciting. No I haven’t seen him yet, but I did see someone like super tall and blonde in the corner, and I’m not saying it’s him, but I’m not saying it’s not. I’m definitely not saying we made out in the bathroom stall…” I say trailing off. I hear the gasp from the girls behind me and decide to mess with them a little more. “I’m definitely not saying that leaked dick pic all over Instagram is accurate either.” Charlie continues to act confused on the other side of the room.