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Brad blinked as if he hadn’t quite understood her question before he scratched his head thoughtfully. “I suppose it’s because my dad wasn’t around much when I was younger, so I learned to help my mum around the house.”
Jenny thought that was sweet, and she placed a hand on his arm. “Well, I think it was very sweet of you to want to help around the house, I’m sure your mum appreciated it, and what a handy thing to learn.”
Brad shrugged as he titled his beer back and swallowed it in one gulp. He signaled the waiter for another one. His eyes began to examine the bar as if looking for something. Jenny waited for him to say something in response to her statement, and when the minutes ticked by awkwardly, she was about to open her mouth to say something until he turned to her. “How do you feel about sports?”
“Oh,” Jenny paused as she considered the question. “Well, I’m not really big on sports, but I suppose basketball is an interesting game.”
Brad snorted. “Basketball? That’s for wussies. Football is a real man’s game.”
“Is it now?” Jenny took a huge gulp of her wine and smiled at him pleasantly. “Why is that?”
Brad’s eyes lit up as he began to crush a peanut between his fingers. He popped it into his mouth before chewing thoughtfully. “Men are meant to be aggressive, but with all these rules society places on us, we can no longer be as aggressive as we want, so we find other ‘civil’ outlets, football provides that.”
Jenny thought over what he said. “I suppose that is a valid point, but isn’t it a rather violent sport?”
“Exactly!” Brad slammed his hands on the table enthusiastically. “Best thing about it.”
“Hmm,” she said noncommittally as she gave him a tight smile, already writing him off in her head. She’d just give it five more minutes before she made her way out of here. After all, her mother did raise her to be proper and polite.
A minute later, a bottle head blonde sat in the seat next to her Brad and began to flirt with him. Jenny watched in amusement as Brad completely ignored her and began to turn his attention to the blonde who was lavishing him with exactly the kind of attention he wanted. She was nodding during all the right moments, and touching his arm every chance she got. She could practically see them undressing each other with their eyes.
Jenny rolled her eyes as they leaned towards each other and began whispering. She could practically feel herself gag in the back of her throat, and yet she still felt a twinge of sadness; not over Brad. Of course not.
Rather over the fact that this was her first night out in a really long time, and it hadn’t gone well. She reflected over that for a while and was just about to get up and leave when a voice stopped her.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
She was just about to turn him down not feeling like dealing with another Brad for the evening, but when she turned around to face him, something about the way his green eyes regarded her intently made her change her mind.
“Sure,” she said finally as the man sat next to her. He was even more attractive up close with shaggy blonde hair, an athletic build and piercing green eyes, he was what most women considered eye candy. She couldn’t help but notice a tattoo peek out from underneath the hem of his shirt, and she wondered what it said.
“Can I get one red wine and a Budweiser?” The man told the waiter before he turned around to face her.
“I’m Mark.”
“Jenny.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Jenny.” The bartender placed their drinks in front of them, and Mark tilted his back and took a small sip. “I see your date has vanished.”
Jenny took a peek over her shoulder and noticed that Brad had indeed disappeared with the blonde. No real loss there, she thought to herself as she turned her attention back to the green eyed blonde. “It would appear he has.”
“His loss,” Mark winked at her as he held up his drink. “To happy losses.”
Jenny laughed at the unexpected choice of words before clinking her glass against his. “To happy losses.”
“So Jenny what do you do?”
“I’m a doctor.”
Mark’s eyebrow shot up. “I didn’t see that one coming.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know, if you were my doctor, I think I’d be too distracted to do anything.”
One corner of her mouth turned up. “Does that line always work?”
“You’re the first person I’ve tried it on, how am I doing?” he whispered conversationally. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just that for the first time in a long time she felt desirable, but Jenny laughed quietly and briefly placed a hand on his arm. “It could work,” she said coyly.
