expressions were Kodak worthy. It was a mix of horror, disgust, and curiosity. As soon as he saw me, Pop's face lit up.
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Where's this mysterious Mrs.'?"
Walking to the bar and taking a seat that wobbled, I ordered a beer and prepared to go over the story. Well, most of it anyway. I ordered for the guys as well, since this wasn't the place where you got to pick what you wanted to drink. You drank what Pop's served you. He usually had a few regular kinds on tap, but he'd started getting some local IPA's as well. Those were my favorite.
"There is no longer a Mrs.'. Long story short, some stuff came out at the speak now or forever hold your piece bit. Everyone lost their cool, turns out it was nothing. She bailed, and now I'm back on the market." Picking up the glass, I took a long swig of the beer.
"Women," was all he muttered under his breath. Taking a dish rag, he wiped down the bar and checked on few other patrons.
Joel and Mason turned to me, "Dude, where's all the chicks?"
Pop's cleared his throat to add his two cents. "Think of this as a man-cave sanctuary. Women are usually too terrified to come inside. It's almost like a safe house. Men come here to get away from the women."
"But what about getting laid?" Mason asked.
Pop's shook his head. "Just drink your damn beer, son."
Austin was sitting directly next me. He understood.
"Just think in less than two weeks you're going to have more girls hanging on you than you can handle. It gets old quick, trust me." I took another swig and thought about having another, but opted to switch to club soda.
The few patrons came and went, as we sat there and shot the shit for about an hour. Suddenly a look crossing Pop's face caused my head to turn. That could only mean one thing. It was a woman. No, not just any woman, it was Bryn.
Motherfuck. Not here. Of all the places in the world, she had to show up here. Sucking in a calming breath, I had to admit I was pretty shocked to see her. She looked completely out of place, and she was.
She took a tentative step forward, unsure. Slowly, she made her way to where I was sitting. Part of me knew I should have gotten up and taken her outside to talk, but deep down I was still hurt, pissed and angry. I wasn't going to go out of my way to make her comfortable. Not after what I've been through lately.
"What are you doing here?" I asked when she finally reached me.
Pops made his way to the other side of the bar, attempting to look busy while eavesdropping.
"I showed up to the guesthouse, and it was empty. I knocked at Jake's, and he told me you were here and gave me directions. Are you drinking?" A look of disgust on her face.
"So what if I am. It's none of your concern anymore. You walked away, not me." I spat.
Her mouth opened, and an audible gasp came out. "I was hoping that we could talk, maybe clear a few things up. By the way, thanks for letting me know you were putting the apartment up for sale."
"That was my apartment before we were even together. We're not married, you're not on the deed, and I don't want it anymore."
She smoothed her tweed shirt and sleeveless silk shirt. If I had to take my guess, she was trying to gather her composure. She didn't exactly not like getting her way. "Can we step outside, please?"
It was rotten, but I was actually enjoying this. "Bryn, why are you really here? It's not just because of the fucking apartment, and we both know it. You obviously flew almost two-thousand miles for a reason, so just spit it out."
Then, the ugly part of her personality came out. "Why do you have to be so rude? It's always about you. You never take the time to consider my feelings!"
Next, was my turn to lose it. "I never consider your feelings? Excuse me, I've blindly spent the last three years under your thumb, letting you control all aspects of my life. I didn't realize how much I was sacrificing because you manipulated me that good. I spent the days
"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Where's this mysterious Mrs.'?"
Walking to the bar and taking a seat that wobbled, I ordered a beer and prepared to go over the story. Well, most of it anyway. I ordered for the guys as well, since this wasn't the place where you got to pick what you wanted to drink. You drank what Pop's served you. He usually had a few regular kinds on tap, but he'd started getting some local IPA's as well. Those were my favorite.
"There is no longer a Mrs.'. Long story short, some stuff came out at the speak now or forever hold your piece bit. Everyone lost their cool, turns out it was nothing. She bailed, and now I'm back on the market." Picking up the glass, I took a long swig of the beer.
"Women," was all he muttered under his breath. Taking a dish rag, he wiped down the bar and checked on few other patrons.
Joel and Mason turned to me, "Dude, where's all the chicks?"
Pop's cleared his throat to add his two cents. "Think of this as a man-cave sanctuary. Women are usually too terrified to come inside. It's almost like a safe house. Men come here to get away from the women."
"But what about getting laid?" Mason asked.
Pop's shook his head. "Just drink your damn beer, son."
Austin was sitting directly next me. He understood.
"Just think in less than two weeks you're going to have more girls hanging on you than you can handle. It gets old quick, trust me." I took another swig and thought about having another, but opted to switch to club soda.
The few patrons came and went, as we sat there and shot the shit for about an hour. Suddenly a look crossing Pop's face caused my head to turn. That could only mean one thing. It was a woman. No, not just any woman, it was Bryn.
Motherfuck. Not here. Of all the places in the world, she had to show up here. Sucking in a calming breath, I had to admit I was pretty shocked to see her. She looked completely out of place, and she was.
She took a tentative step forward, unsure. Slowly, she made her way to where I was sitting. Part of me knew I should have gotten up and taken her outside to talk, but deep down I was still hurt, pissed and angry. I wasn't going to go out of my way to make her comfortable. Not after what I've been through lately.
"What are you doing here?" I asked when she finally reached me.
Pops made his way to the other side of the bar, attempting to look busy while eavesdropping.
"I showed up to the guesthouse, and it was empty. I knocked at Jake's, and he told me you were here and gave me directions. Are you drinking?" A look of disgust on her face.
"So what if I am. It's none of your concern anymore. You walked away, not me." I spat.
Her mouth opened, and an audible gasp came out. "I was hoping that we could talk, maybe clear a few things up. By the way, thanks for letting me know you were putting the apartment up for sale."
"That was my apartment before we were even together. We're not married, you're not on the deed, and I don't want it anymore."
She smoothed her tweed shirt and sleeveless silk shirt. If I had to take my guess, she was trying to gather her composure. She didn't exactly not like getting her way. "Can we step outside, please?"
It was rotten, but I was actually enjoying this. "Bryn, why are you really here? It's not just because of the fucking apartment, and we both know it. You obviously flew almost two-thousand miles for a reason, so just spit it out."
Then, the ugly part of her personality came out. "Why do you have to be so rude? It's always about you. You never take the time to consider my feelings!"
Next, was my turn to lose it. "I never consider your feelings? Excuse me, I've blindly spent the last three years under your thumb, letting you control all aspects of my life. I didn't realize how much I was sacrificing because you manipulated me that good. I spent the days
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