In the back corner of a dimly light bar, three men sat around a large but flimsy card table. With his back to the wall, the largest of the three men sat in a reclined position. His leather tanned skin blended him into the darkened room. Out of his mouth hung a hand-rolled cigar, the ember pulsing with his breath and the wooden mouth piece chewed to pieces. The mans strange fixation on chewing cigars had puzzled the other two men.

The man to the left of Compadre Cigarello sported a used car sales mans mustache, and a suit to match. Out dated and musty smelling, the brownish yellow plaid jacket stroke a large contrast to the bright green card table. From his head flowed luscious locks that even Medusa would be jealous of. 

The third and final man was entirely out of place compared to his comrades. The balding spot on his for head reflected light that searching planes for survivors could spot. His skin was pale and repulsive compared to those around him. Due to his self conscious tendencies, he constantly scanned the room making sure none were to stare at him. On one such scan, his eyes locked with a woman seated at the bar across the room. She raised her eye brows in a quick secession, as if to signal him. 

“Hey, hey… Hey you guys! Are you seeing this?”

The man pointed out with his hand that was resting on the top of the table.

“You see her, she is giving me some looks over here. What do you think I should do?”

The other two men exploded into laughter. The cigar fell out of the large tanned mans mouth, landing on top of the table and searing a hole through to the plywood. The mustache man spewed the beer from his mouth, leaving white foam around the tips of his whiskers. 

“Mickey, You have got to be shitting me. How drunk are you? Do you really think someone just cat called you across the room?” The man struggled to bring his voice out, still choking his beer. “You are fucking insane if you think some broad just hit on you. Have you looked at yourself? You are fucking ugly piece of shit.”

Mickey sat in silence for a second, gathering his thoughts. What he did next brought a smile to the larger mans face. Placing his hands together, both closed into a fist; Mickey began to rotate his left hand around the right, as if he was operation a crank shaft. Slowly his right middle finger began to erect to full attention. 

“Fuck you Steve.” 

Feeling he had a point to prove, Mickey was about to take on quite the challenge. With that thought in mind, Mickey pushed himself back off the table and walked towards the bar. He steered away from the lady at the bar and walked to the tender. From behind him, he could hear the pestering laughter of his friends.

“Ok, yeah. So this is what I want. Make it quick too bub, because I don’t have all day. Give me two more of your house drafts, a shot of Jose and a shot of Jack. That’d be all.”

The bartender stared at Mickey after his request, continuing to dry out the large lager glass that was within his hands. The two mens eyes found each other, and Mickey’s pupils flared with rage. His jaw clenched and unclenched in a controlling manner, holding back the flood gates of anger. 

Completing the job in his hand, the bartender place the glass on the counter top and turned around. “Sure thing boss, you just hang on.”

Within a minute, the space in front of Mickey filled with his order. Sticking his hands down into his pockets, Mickey quickly pulled out a twenty dollar bill and threw it at the bartender. 

“Here, and keep the fucking change.”

At once, Mickey downed all the alcohol he had purchased. Starting with the two shots, and then finishing off the beers in no time flat; Mickey began to feel the liquid courage flow through his veins.

Over his shoulders, he could still here the occasional snicker from his tables direction. Fuck em, Mickey thought to himself. That was the last moment he could remember without his head hurting. 

~the next morning~

Like the removal of a crucial anchor point, light flooded into the darkened room. Standing next to the drawn curtains with the string still in hand, was a average height woman looking out towards the city in front of her. Behind her was a large bed. It was large enough to accompany two, but most the resting place of one. In the bed was a sleeping Mickey, lost in the vastness of a comforter.

Helios finger poking into his eye had finally awoken Mickey. Cracking open a sandman’s encrusted eye, Mickey looked around him and realized he didn’t want to wake.

Instantly he snapped both eyes open.

In front of him stood a strange woman, while he himself was sleeping in a strange bed. Pushing his mind to think, he tried to remember where he was last night. He could remember being picked up earlier that evening, he remembered the torment he felt from the laughter of his friends; but other then that he didn’t remember a thing. He looked once more again at the woman in front of him, and then it all clicked in his head. 

I must have actually talked to her last night, Mickey thought to himself. Right as he thought that, as if he had spoken it out loud; the women in front of him turned around. He now was able to get a good look at her, and remember it this time. 

Inside his skull, his brain received the neurological messages from his eyes that told him the woman had flowing raven black hair, that stopped just short of her lower back. Wrapped around her was a see through silk robe, slightly revealing her breast. Everything about this women seemed perfect to Mickey. What had he done to deserve this? 

He looked down at his body, and came to realize he was not dressed in his normal sleeping wear. He was in fact, naked. 

“Hi. Now I know this might side a little strange, but, uh, who are you? And where am I?”

His mind reacted with pleasure as he watched the woman cover her mouth and let out a giggle that rivaled the squeal of joy little girls enjoy during their play times as children. 

“Oh Mickey, you are so funny.”

“Oh yeah, you know me. Always joking. But seriously, what is your name? I don’t know what happened last night.”

“You really don’t remember?”

“Not at all. I was so fucked up. Did I talk to you last night?”

Once again Mickey’s mind was pleasured with that soothing giggle. 

“Did you talk to me? I don’t think you didn’t stop talking to me. How else do you supposed you got into my room? But don’t worry, I enjoyed every moment of it” 

A smile flashed across her face, and this started to cause Mickey to blush. He had never revived so much attention from such a beautiful woman. By this time, the woman had come from the window and was slowly crawling up the bed towards him. 

“But since you don’t seem to know whats going on, I’ll help you out. My name is…”

She started to get closer and closer to Mickey. Her hand rested on his thigh, and started to slid up his leg. 

“…Bonnie”