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But she couldn’t say no, as inconveniencing as it was for her. If she canceled on him, she may never get another chance to go out with him, killing any hope she had of being with him.
“The bus it is, I guess.” Amelia quickly messaged Lucas back, telling him that she’d be there in about an hour. Fortunately for her, he quickly messaged her back, saying that he’d still be there waiting for her.
With a smile, Amelia threw her shoes back on and grabbed the little cash she had from her desk drawer. “Three dollars in singles. Should be enough to cover the fare.”
A little over an hour and a dreadful bus ride later, Amelia finally made it to Duggard’s Bar. It was packed when she walked in, something she was never a fan of. She tended to stay away from scenes where she struggled just to hear herself talk. But she didn’t come this far just to back out now. And so, she squeezed her way through the drunken crowd to find Lucas.
When she eventually did, he was sitting at the bar, talking to a woman.
“Hey, Lucas, who’s this?” Amelia asked as she approached them, gesturing to the bartender for a glass of water.
“Amelia, babe! You made it! You had me worried sick that something had happened to you,” Lucas practically screamed when he saw her, the smell of alcohol pungent on his breath. “Oh, this? This is Lucy. She was just keeping me company while I waited for you.” He turned to grin at Lucy, who slapped him hard across the cheek and stormed away.
“That’s… weird,” Amelia said. “Is she mad about something?”
“Nah.” Lucas waved a hand. “Probably just on her period or something. Hey, let me buy you a drink. What’s your style? Long Island? Cranny vodka?”
“Just a beer is fine.”
“Simple, I like that.” He gestured to the bartender. “One beer, my good man.”
“Lucas, I have to ask, why’d it take you so long to message me back? I know you saw my message.”
“Message? No, no, you see, my phone is a little messed up sometimes. It sends read receipts even if I hadn’t actually read them. Such an odd glitch. I should really have someone take a look at it. I just saw your message last night. Figured you’re cute. So, here we are!”
“That… thatisa strange glitch.” Amelia struggled to believe him, but she didn’t want to risk saying anything that’d cause him to leave.
“Hey, it’s a bit loud in here, don’t you think? What do you say we go somewhere much quieter?”
Best idea I’ve heard all night. “Count me in! Where were you thinking?”
“Back to my place? My apartment’s just down the road; we could walk there.”
Amelia nodded and followed Lucas out of the bar and out the back door. He was walking so fast, his body swaying from side to side as he struggled to keep his drunken self upright. Amelia struggled to keep up with him, her heels stabbing into the soles of her feet as she ran.
Fifteen minutes later, Amelia stopped running when Lucas stood in front of a run-down ten-story apartment building, waving for her to hurry up. He unlocked the front door and led her up to the third floor.
“Here we are! Welcome to my bachelor pad!” he announced as they both walked in.
The first thing that Amelia noticed was the smell, the smell of musty day-old pizza and aftershave. The second thing she noticed was how much of a slob Lucas was. There were clothes strewn all over his raggedy sofa and computer, beer bottles forming a rug over the stained carpet, and pizza boxes were scattered in every corner that Amelia could find.
“Nice… nice place you have here,” Amelia mumbled, pushing aside a pile of clothes to find a spot for herself to sit on the sofa.Geez, and I thought I was messy.
“Sorry about all the mess. I wasn’t expecting to have company tonight,” Lucas apologized and sat beside her. The stench of alcohol was way more prominent now that they were out of the bar.
“It’s fine.”
“So, Amelia,” he leaned back and threw his arm over his shoulders, “tell me, what is it that you really want?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, why’d you wanna go out with me? Meet me at a bar?”
Amelia felt confused. She’d never been asked that question before. A date is just a date, something people do when they like each other.Why’s he interrogating me?
“Uhm, I think you’re cute, and I wanted to get to know you better.”
Lucas pretended to think for a bit before shaking his head in reply. “Nah, I think you want something more than that.” He leaned in closer. “I think you wanna fuck me. And you know what? I wanna fuck you, too.”
