Vince's Bar Narrative

A black Ford and red Dodge Ram pickup trucks parked in front of Vince's Bar. This was the place that the soldiers agreed to go to for their beer. Aside from being a popular hangout place for people, it was also near the B.S.A.A. training camp.

A bunch of young soldiers with the exception of one came out of the two vehicles and made their way inside Vince's Bar. The soldiers were very excited to be able to go out of training and just have fun—drink beer and meet some pretty ladies. When they got inside, they saw that the place was almost full of people. Some were drinking and eating while there were some who were playing billiards and the rest were flirting and getting friendly with other people.

The soldiers made their way to the tables and
"Thanks, Vince." The man smiled back and then walked away to tend to his other patrons. I drank from my glass and turned my head to look at Loki and the others who were at the billiards table which caused me to smile. "Is this seat taken?"

I turned to my left, to the person who asked the question. It was a decent-looking man with messy short blonde hair and grey eyes. He was pointing at the stool next to mine.

"No, it's not," I answered. The man sat next to me facing me. "Hi! I'm Scott," introduced the man, extending his hand. I looked at the man's hand and reluctantly extended my own hand to shake it. I was trying to be polite. "Nice meeting you Scott." The man noticed that the woman didn't give her name—probably playing hard to get he thought.

"So," began the man, looking at me with hungry eyes. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to my drink on the bar counter—I knew what's coming because I had heard this line numerous times before. This always seemed to happen whenever I was out and my fiancé was not around to scare the foolishly brave men interested in me.

"What does a pretty little girl like you doing alone in a bar?"

The man continued eyeing me while waiting for my