The club was crowded as a local band played loudly. Charles and Mr.Pruce made their way to the back bar where they ordered shots of Crown. Bengiman tried to talk to Charles about his anger towards Xation and he explained that when he showed up at dinner tomorrow he should apologize to Xation. Charles just rolled his eyes and ordered another shot irritated by his suggestion. As two young beautiful women joined them at the bar his mood and Mr.Pruce's mood improved. Charles introduced himself to the ladies who were over joyed to see such a tall handsome man with a fantastic muscular body, however Mr.Pruce was a different story. The two women basically stood between Charles and Mr.Pruce; whom they slowly pushed down to the end of the bar; which really hurt his feelings.
Meanwhile, Charles is busy chatting and flirting with the young lasses and they begin taking shots together, Stoli Penetraters, licking sugar off the back of each other's hand before slamming back the ice cold Russian Vodka. Here Mr.Pruce began making comments to the girl's but they only ignored him. It was when one of them turned to him and said, "You know, if you had blue eyes and were in better shape.., you would make a great Nazi." she laughed along with her friend and Charles, who found this comment absolutely delightful. Charles ordered three more shots for himself and his young admirers when, just as they were tipping back their glasses, fat, bald, angry Bengiman Pruce said "Yeah cheers Charlie! Maybe if your lucky they'll go home with you and lick your hemorrhoids!" he shouted loudly as the three spit out their vodka all over the bar as not to choke. Charles was livid, he got up from his bar stool, picked it up, smashing it against the bar. The girls screamed and ran away as Charles lunged over at Mr.Pruce beating him with a broken piece of the shattered bar stool. Security surrounded the two who began throwing punches and it took four big men to pull them apart.
Charles was thrown out the front door while Mr.Pruce was tossed out back in the alley. Mr.Pruce pulled himself up off the pavement next to a dumpster then staggered off trying to find his car. Charles got away from the club quickly walking off down the street when he suddenly realized he didn't have his cell phone and he wasn't sure if he had any cash on him. He opened up his wallet and found no cash then a white card fell out onto the sidewalk Charles bent over and saw written on the back, Melissa Christian along with her phone number. Charles felt a sudden rush of blood to his head at the thought of her and he remembered how beautiful she was and how she smelled of jasmine and gardenia's. He stumbled to a pay phone dug out two quarters from his jeans pocket and dialed her number. His heart raced with every ring and after what seemed like an eternity he heard her sweet southern voice come over the line "Hello." Melissa answered.
Meanwhile, Charles is busy chatting and flirting with the young lasses and they begin taking shots together, Stoli Penetraters, licking sugar off the back of each other's hand before slamming back the ice cold Russian Vodka. Here Mr.Pruce began making comments to the girl's but they only ignored him. It was when one of them turned to him and said, "You know, if you had blue eyes and were in better shape.., you would make a great Nazi." she laughed along with her friend and Charles, who found this comment absolutely delightful. Charles ordered three more shots for himself and his young admirers when, just as they were tipping back their glasses, fat, bald, angry Bengiman Pruce said "Yeah cheers Charlie! Maybe if your lucky they'll go home with you and lick your hemorrhoids!" he shouted loudly as the three spit out their vodka all over the bar as not to choke. Charles was livid, he got up from his bar stool, picked it up, smashing it against the bar. The girls screamed and ran away as Charles lunged over at Mr.Pruce beating him with a broken piece of the shattered bar stool. Security surrounded the two who began throwing punches and it took four big men to pull them apart.
Charles was thrown out the front door while Mr.Pruce was tossed out back in the alley. Mr.Pruce pulled himself up off the pavement next to a dumpster then staggered off trying to find his car. Charles got away from the club quickly walking off down the street when he suddenly realized he didn't have his cell phone and he wasn't sure if he had any cash on him. He opened up his wallet and found no cash then a white card fell out onto the sidewalk Charles bent over and saw written on the back, Melissa Christian along with her phone number. Charles felt a sudden rush of blood to his head at the thought of her and he remembered how beautiful she was and how she smelled of jasmine and gardenia's. He stumbled to a pay phone dug out two quarters from his jeans pocket and dialed her number. His heart raced with every ring and after what seemed like an eternity he heard her sweet southern voice come over the line "Hello." Melissa answered.
