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they seem pretty pissed we are even standing to the side, contemplating going in front of them.
    Doug shakes his head and begins to walk toward the door, ignoring the murderous stares from the group of people next to us. “Nah, they’ll let us in.”
    Taking his word for it, I turn for the door, avoiding murmurs of the pissed off line behind me.
    There’s a mammoth of a man standing in front of the door checking ID’s. I shot a look of question to Aiden but he just shrugs and follows Doug’s lead, heading straight to the door.
    No fear.
    “Hey man, Tanner said to come see you,” Doug says to Mammoth Man.
    “Name?” Mammoth asks.
    “Doug Larson.”
    The behemoth grunts and speaks low into his earpiece. Nodding his head, he ushers us in, much to the dismay of the next people in line.
    When I step inside the bar, I’m assaulted by the smell of beer and fried food. It’s a no-joke honky tonk. People are two stepping on the dance floor while a house band plays
“The Devil Went Down to Georgia.”
    Piano bar, my ass.
    We decide to find a table along the dance floor and a waitress with a short denim skirt, cutoff shirt and boots saunters up to us. With an overly bleached blonde hairstyle, her hair looks like it could break off her poor head at any moment. Not sexy.
    Aiden turns his head to me and winks.
    I give him a quizzical look and mouth, “What?”
    She is not my type. She’s not even in the same category as my type.
    He sneers, looking pleased with himself. “Possibility number one.”
    Yeah, maybe for him. I’ll pass.
    “What can I get you boys?” Slutty, dead hair bar waitress asks the table, but eyes only me. Fantastic.
    Aiden pipes up. “Corona,” he yells.
    “Make that two,” Doug chimes in.
    She hasn’t acknowledged them, she’s just eye fucking me, and it’s doing absolutely nothing for my nether regions.
    Nope. Nada. No thanks. Next please.
    Still, I’m here to have a good time, and I don’t want to be rude. She may not be my type, but there’s no reason to make her feel bad.
    Just look into her eyes and give her the easiest smile you can muster .
    “Whiskey, thanks.”
    She licks her lips, writes our order down and heads to the bar, swaying her hips a little too much for my liking.
    “Holy shit, dude. Did you see her? She’s sexy as hell,” Doug shouts over the music.
    I shrug. To each his own, I guess. I nod to appease him, but refuse to engage. I’m not here for a hook up.
    Can’t say the same for Aiden and Doug, though. They go into a full-blown conversation on the size of her tits.
    I look down at the table in disgust.
    When the waitress brings our drinks, I shoot back my whiskey and look around. It doesn’t take long for the bar to fill up, and soon I catch myself bobbing my head and tapping my foot to the country music filling the air.
    The band is good. They’re only playing covers, and I don’t mind. I’m a country boy at heart.
    Two more shots of my favorite whiskey and a couple of beers later, I’ve got a good buzz going on.
    Shit, water it is.
    I need to drive home tonight and I don’t need to go to jail for drunk driving. I’d rather get us a cab home, even though I’m sure we could walk back to the house. We’re only a few miles away. My brain flip-flops again—with my luck, we’d get ticketed for public intoxication.
    That’d really help my career.
    I try to tune the boys out the more I get lost in my worry, but it’s proving to be difficult because they’ve made it their mission to take inventory of the amount of ass at the bar. Blonde, brunette, short skirts. The list goes on and on.
    Oh, Jesus, maybe I need to head home.
    Patrons of the bar pack the dance floor, and some are forced to dance between the tables. A younger couple jumps up to the cue of the music, and starts dancing the Cotton Eye Joe between the crowds, adding to the laid-back setup. I clap along with the rest of the section around me.
    Booze or talent, I’m not sure, but they’re pretty