“Devlin, I think I’ll have another drink. Send one over to that player with the girls as well, would you?”
Devlin nodded and started pouring. Once the drink was delivered, it was easy enough to ingratiate myself into the group of women.
I worked my subtle charms for about an hour before the player agreed to come in for a visit tomorrow before returning home. I handed him my card and got his number before buying his group another drink and walking off.
I tend to get tunnel vision when I see something I want, and it becomes easy to trip over things you didn’t see coming. This thing happened to be a man. My drink slipped from my hands and covered his shirt in my third drink of the evening.
“Oh, excuse me. I can get clumsy after a few drinks.”
I could already see the bouncer looking at me, hoping that I wouldn’t make a scene.
“It’s fine,” he said.
I grabbed a nearby cocktail napkin and started doing my best to clean him off. He did the same. His shirt didn’t look cheaply made in the slightest, and I didn’t think that any amount of dry cleaning would take out the stain I’d just caused.
“Angie?” he said.
I looked up; it was Jake. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t recognized him earlier.
“Oh wow. Hi Jake,” I responded.
He took the napkin out of my hands threw it on the table. Then yanked the button-up over his head; revealing a tight white shirt underneath. He was rippling with muscle, and I rather lost my train of thought.
“What are you doing at this hole in the wall?” he started. He tossed the shirt to the table, and I took a second to compose myself.
“I come here pretty often; my place is a block away. I got a good tip on some talent looking for representation. What about you; I thought you never went out after a game.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Oh yeah, that,” he said.
“I guess, there’s only one way to celebrate a loss,” I replied.
He shuffled back into his seat.
“You know, you owe me a drink. How about you get me a Jack and Coke, and I’ll tell you about it.”
I sighed, I would have preferred meeting the other player instead of listening to Jake talk about how sad he is about losing some game. But, when it comes to being an agent, your time is client time.
I ordered a drink for the two of us, and Devlin shot me a look of empathy, I think he knew what I was in for, so he made my drink extra strong.
“Alright, what’s on your mind, Jake, I know it’s a tough loss,” I said, pushing the beverage across the table.
“Loss I can deal with, its women that drive me crazy,” he replied before taking a large sip of his drink.
“Women? I’d think you’d be more concerned about your prospects for next season. If you throw up another loss this season, there’s a good chance you won’t be back next year. And, we’re only half way in.”
“I know. It’s Monica. She’s driving me crazy. She came to me with an ultimatum after the game. It was either get married to her so she can start a family or she was going to leave.”
“That’s rough, what did you do?” I asked.
“I opened the door for her,” he laughed, “she just walked out and said she’d be back for her things.”
I giggled. “Wow, that’s rough, pal.”
“She’s been harping on my since the beginning of the season, it’s driving me insane, it’s been all I could think about. I don’t want kids, not right now.”
I took another sip from my drink. He did the same.
“So, what are we going to do about it,” I asked.
“I’ll probably meet up with some random girl and fuck her brains out tonight,”
I spat out more scotch, soaking his shirt for the second time tonight.
“This is going to make it difficult to meet someone. Thanks, Angie.”
He sighed and wiped what he could off the shirt. I leaned back, and could tell the alcohol was starting to affect my judgment, but I was drunk so what did I know.
“Give me one minute.” I walked to the bar and paid my bill. Devlin shot me a wink; I think he knew what was going to happen. I gestured for him to keep his lips sealed. He nodded, but I knew that there were plenty of other people that came to him for gossip. I tipped him well, hoping that it would give me a day before any word got around.
Upon returning to the table, Jake was taking his other shirt off.
I swooned. He had that V-shaped chest that got me wet just thinking about. I bent over and leaned in close to him. It must have caught him by surprise because he leaned back, trying to avoid me doing more damage.
“If you want discreet and fun, I already said my place was just down the block.”