Romance Fiction posted July 17, 2017

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Love across the bar...match making by an unforeseen hand

A cherub's night off

by Auto-Manic

"I don't think this is gonna happen." conveyed the shimmering thought.

"You're such a pessimist!" entered an opposing agitated thought. "You've got the arrows, stick him in the ass with one, let's see what happens?"

"Aww, come on. You know what happens. He sucks up another bourbon and coke and then asks her if she wants to dance." The thought communication looked like a heat wave rolling toward it's destination.

"Yeah, and?" bounced back the quivering reply.

"Come on. Take a look. It's girl's night out, and even if she wants to, and she does, she won't. I could turn that lads ass into a pin cushion, hers too for that matter, but I can't override the will. You know that, so what's the use?" The shimmering thought bubble was almost visible if you happen to be staring in that direction.

"Well, I'm going to give her a little jab anyway, you do what you want. It's not like you have a quota on those little pin-prick arrows of yours. Use'm or lose'm. Just give him a friendly jab in the ass and lets see what happens."

"OK, OK, you jab her, I'll jab him, and we'll see. I'll bet ya twenty arrows it ain't gonna happen."

"Oh, you're on fat boy." The quivering thought that rolled out was almost pink.

Sitting at the bar was a handsome lad, long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail that fell just between his shoulder blades. He still had on his brown khaki work shirt that had a tinge of smoke smell to it, and his green Carhart pants that disguised most of the week's work as a Forest Service crew member.

Down the bar was a very pretty young woman, flanked on each side by friends who were out to listen to the band. They were all quite pretty, dressing up for each other with no intention of any flirtatious encounters.

"Man, what a week. Three lightning snags and a 30 acre fire. Damn glad that's done. I think we deserve this, right?" Kyle Kendal looked at his two friends and raised his glass.

"No shit!" said his crew boss, Jason Roebuck.

"I'll second that!" said his friend and crew member, Jim Howe.

They clinked their glasses, tossed back their shots of bourbon and tapped the bar with empty glasses.

"Have you guys even noticed the outstanding array of women just down the bar?" Jason made a chin nod toward the gaggle of girls.

"Come on, look at us. Now, look at them. That's just asking to be shut down. Besides Jas, you're married." Jim slapped his buddy on the back and they had a laughed.

"Hey! Maggie says I can still look. But you guys are single, what's your problem?"

"I'm gonna ask if one of them would like to dance, let's see. Any bets?" Jim said wagging an empty rocks glass.

"Your turn to buy a round anyway, go for it Jimbo." Kyle encouraged.

Jim's two friends watched as he approached the four women who were conversing, laughing and very oblivious to Jim's approach.

Kyle and Jason watched Jim say hi, saw the hand gestures and the polite shake of the head, the smile, and even Jim's weak protest and the courtesy laugh of two of the women before he turned and walked back rolling his eyes at his two friends.

"Looks like you owe us a shot." said Roebuck.

"That ain't gonna happen. Barkeep!" Jim raised a hand toward the bartender.

A long wispy thought wave floated and danced with the music, almost condescending in nature. "No jabbing needed. It's like I told you, this is an exercise in futility."

A small unnoticeable red energy ball popped, "Oh for Heaven sake just do it. Don't be such a little curmudgeon cherubim."

"Damn! What was that?" Kyle got up off the bar stool and looked behind him, at his pants and then rubbed the side of his Carharts. "Felt like a little bee sting or something." he rubbed the spot, "Gone now, wow, that was weird." He leaned into the bar instead of sitting back down.

"Ooo!" said a pretty brunette, standing up and brushing down her poodle skirt. "That was weird." she said to her friend Janet.

Allie was twenty-five, very attractive and out with her friends because they goaded her into it. Her last relationship was over a year ago and she was still gun-shy about dating.

Her brown hair hung to her shoulders and she had bangs across her forehead that accentuated her blue eyes and glasses, giving her a sexy librarian look. She had a crisp white shirt tucked into her dress, and was now standing looking around and behind her for the sharp thing that poked her.

Kyle looked down the bar and noticed Alli doing exactly what he had just done: looking behind her, rather puzzled, and then running her hand down and over her dress before sitting back down. She looked up and saw Kyle looking at her. She smiled, a little embarrassed, and then peeked subtle glances back toward Kyle.

A thought wave pushed out like a wave of warm air. "OK. Let's see. But you're gonna owe me."

A small thought wave pushed it aside as trivial. No interpretation needed.

"Wow. You see that girl with the blue glasses? I just got a smile from her." Kyle was standing at the bar trying to talk nonchalant between this two friends.

"Yeah, well, go ask her for a dance and we'll see who buys the next round." said his buddy Jim.

"Hey, go for it Kyle, don't listen to this Romeo. Maybe? Ya never know." Roebuck was smiling and looking down the bar. "And, she's really cute. Bonus Kyle."

As Kyle looked down the bar, Alli looked over at the same time. They caught each other's gaze and looked away quickly.

"Janet, I think that boy is looking at me." Alli said turning her head to the side.

"Really? Which one?" Janet took a look down the bar.

"Janet! Stop, stop, don't stare, he's the tall one standing in the middle with the ponytail."

"Yeah, yeah, he's cute, but this time be logical OK? You need to find someone, well, a little less rugged, don't you think? Like that guy over there." Janet made an eye movement toward a sharp dressed man with short hair, clean jeans, blue shirt opened to the breastbone showing a gold chain. "He looks like money."

Alli wasn't impressed. "He looks like a player."

"Holy crap, I think I just got busted staring at that really pretty girl with the blue glasses." Kyle said looking down at the bar.

"Good luck buckwheat." Jim tilted an almost empty rocks glass toward Kyle.

"Go on Kyle, go chat her up. What'ya got to lose? The walk of shame like ol' Jimmy boy here?" Roebuck was laughing as Jim Howe just chortled politely.

"I can't. She's too pretty. Probably already has a boyfriend and just wants to be out with the girls. I know how that works."

A thought wave oscillated across like an angry bumble bee. "Aww, that's pathetic. Maybe I should poke him again."

A more soothing and calming wave came through. "Wait for it, just wait for it."

"Do you think he'll come down here?" Alli asked Janet.

"So what if he does? Blow him off! It's girls night out, remember?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"No yeah buts. We're here for each other, not for the sharks at the bar." Janet made a head nod back toward the boys in a not so obvious way.

A shimmering question mark momentarily hung in the air like a wisp of smoke with the unmistakable tone of, "I told you so."

Alli futzed with her hair a bit and slyly took a look down the bar. Kyle was standing with one foot on the bar rail trying to glance sideways without being noticed.

"Aww, Geez. Just go down and talk to her. A sixty foot burning snag? No fear. A very pretty girl? Scared shitless." Roebuck looked past him down the bar, "Hey, she's looking this way again, and I don't think she's looking at Jimbo."

"How do you know?" asked Jim Howe. "Maybe you should go down and ask her to dance. I need another Makers Mark."

An agitated thought wave zipped out. "Oh this is ridiculous. Can't you just jab him again?"

Short little twinkling bursts rang out as laughter. "Now, now, you know the rules. One per customer."

Alli engaged her friend Kali on the other side, "Is that boy down the bar still looking this way?"

Kali looked past her and down the bar. "Oh, he's cute. Yup, he just glanced down here. Maybe you should walk up to the server's area and order a drink, he's standing right there."

She pulled some of her hair down in front of her face and played with it for a moment. "Oh, God, I couldn't do that." Then she looked back down the bar and followed his long legs up to his nice athletic proportioned butt. She thought the tan work gloves sticking out of his back pocket made him look sexy in a very rugged way. Just what Janet said she didn't need.

A swirling wisp of a thought wave connected; it was disgruntled and discouraged. "We're gonna be here all night. Can't we just materialize and have a few drinks?"

A flash, like a spark down a wire came back. "Ya know, I'd like to jam one of those..."

An energy wave spit back. "Hold that thought! I think we might be making progress!"

Roebuck had bought another round for his two crew members. As they sipped their drinks both Jim and Jason watched Kyle sneak peeks down the bar, and they also watched the pretty girl with blue glasses sneak peeks back at Kyle.

"Oh for God sake, Kyle. If you don't go down there I will. I'm married so I got nothing to lose, and if Maggie were here, boy, you'd be getting an ear full. So, what's it gonna be? Are you gonna man up, grab yer nut sack and go say something stupid? Or am I going to wander down there and embarrass the shit out of you." Roebuck had a cocky little smile on his face as he raised his eyebrows.

Kyle let out a heavy sigh. He glanced back down the bar and caught her glancing up through her hair. He shot the rest of his whiskey back and looked at his crew boss.

"OK. Just because Maggie would never let me hear the end of this."

An anxious thought wave pushed out. "Wait! I do believe it's working!"

Kyle turned toward the girls down the bar and his stomach did flip-flops.

"Well, there he goes. Watch this Roebuck, Kendal is going down in a ball of flames!"

Both his crew members were watching, in a nonchalant voyeuristic sort of way.

"Oh God, Kali, he's coming down here."

"Yeah, probably just going to the John. I think the first guy got the message."

When Alli looked up, Kyle was standing right in front of her. He seemed so shy for a big man.

"Hi." Kyle smiled.

"Hi." Alli smiled back.

"Would you, maybe, like to dance?"

Alli looked up and smiled. "Yes," was all she could get out.

"It's a slow one, maybe we should..."

"I don't care." she said, standing up. He was tall and wispy, all of six foot three and it made her heart jump a little.

"I don't know if you really want to get that close, I smell kinda smokey."

"It's OK." she took his hand and led him to the dance floor: the band played Desperado by the Eagles.

Roebuck looked at his second in command, Jim Howe, then motioned for the barkeep to pour three more rounds.

Outside in the hazy darkness a small rotund childish looking man appeared. He was all of five foot two and wore a Banana Republic white hate, obnoxious Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops. Beside him appeared a tall angelic looking woman, beautiful, wearing a white shirt-dress that came to her long muscular calves. Her hair was tied back neatly and she had a very satisfied look upon her angelic face.

"Hey, what did I tell you?" said the happy little Cherubim.

"Oh, God." said the tall beautiful woman as she took his arm and crooked it into hers.

"Now, now. Let's not bring the Big Man into this. All's well that ends well, which might be a pun. A cosmopolitan my dear?"

"Sure. Why not. Let's go watch a work in progress."

Unexpected Romance writing prompt entry
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The topic for this contest is: Unexpected Romance. The story brings two people together, two people who don't necessarily realize that they belong together but the audience is rooting for them.

Maybe romance isn't just cheered on by those we see, maybe, just maybe we have a bigger audience.
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