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Chapter 1: AT THE BAR

It was a typical Friday night in Berkeley. The usual crowd of college kids blowing off steam. Kirsten Nichol was always amongst the regulars there. There was no way she would miss hanging out with her friends, having a few beers or wines or vodkas, people watch and just have some good laughs. The people watching was her favorite activity. Her friends and her had a system of rating, especially when it came to guys. Unfortunately, the same guys were there every Friday and their ratings never changed. Sandy Cohen always rated well, but he stood in THAT category. The category of guys the Kirsten and her friends never allowed eachother to get involved in.

Sandy Cohen was feeling pretty good. Buzzed but not wasted or incoherent. He and his buddies always started early on Fridays. Happy Hour and $1 pints were something not to be missed. Either were what usually happened after last call. Out of all the guys, Sandy always had the easiest time scoring with the ladies. His friends weren't sure if it was his New York accent, if it was his big smile or those "baby blues" they tease him about. But they were all pretty sure it was his one-liners that closed the deal. He was smooth and he knew it. Not that he didn't respect women. He did. His mother wouldn't have it any other way. But he wasn't going to miss out on the fun that was college. He was always honest with whomever he was with and most girls were accepting of his honesty and thought they could change his wild ways. Even though he knew this, he would never be "trapped" as he once was.

Kirsten and her friend Emily were the last ones out at the bar from their group.They always were which worked out well because they were roommates. They never had to worry about the other going home. Ninety percent of the time they went stumbling home together. The other ten percent of the time they only spoke to eachother about. They truly were the best of friends and trusted eachother completely.

All Sandy's friends always closed the bar. They waited for last call and stayed until the bitter end - when the lights came on and they heard the words "you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here". That was the cue for Sandy . That is how he made his move. He always told girls he was not looking for anything long term, but would like to get to know the girl of the night better. This of course didn't happen every Friday night, but it happened often enough for Kirsten and her friends to put him in THAT category.

Sandy always noticed those girls who hung out in the middle of the bar, just laughing and having a good time. He knew who Kirsten Nichol was. She was the hot one which the attitude. He always was interested in her, but knew she take way too much effort to even go out on one date with. He didn't want to make that effort for anyone. She seemed to be too much high maintenence for him. Maybe it was that she was smarter than most girls he dated, maybe she had her defensives up, but he knew it was probably that she was just a spoiled, rich brat that was used to getting everythin she wanted. That was just his assumption though.

"There he goes, playing that game he plays", Emily said to Kirsten as she made her way off the bar stool she had been sitting on for way too long. Kirtsen laughed just as she stumbled a little bit, but her eyes were locked on Sandy. She knew exactly who Emily was speaking of and as much as she didn't want to look, she couldn't help it.

"Why are there girls out there that fall for that? Are they that stupid? Or just sluts?" Kirsten attempted to get off the bar stool and did it with much more dignity that Emily. She was raised to carry herself gracefully.

"It sounds like your're mad?" Emily said but posed it as a question.

"Of course it makes me mad. It almost makes me embarassed to be a woman. That there are girls actually out there that fall for his bullshit!" Kirsten was just getting angry thinking about it, but she was more mad that Emily called her out on it. she always thought Sandy was hot. He was and he knew it. Otherwise he would not have the confidence he had. That was just her assumption though.

Across the bar, Sandy was talking to a very pretty slim brunette that Kirsten noticed from one of her classes. She was ready to leave and didn't want to see where this was going. He was standing close to the door and Emily walked ahead of Kirsten and right toward Sandy.

"Goodnight Sanford. Have fun tonight", Emily remarked with a smile and just kept going out the front door.

Sandy turned back to the girl just as Kirsten was walking by and said "Lets get out here, have some fun".

Kirsten was just going to walk right by them and mind her own business when she heard the girl reply in a very flirtacious tone say, "I'm up for anything...tri-sexual actually. I'll try anything once." Sandy just smiled and thought how much fun he was going to have tonight.

He was shaken out of his trance when he saw Kirsten walk by and say, "Oh God!" and then murmur something else. She thought she was going to be sick. Did people really talk like that, especially when they first met?

Sandy had to get the last word just because that was just who he was. "Get home safe Kirsten". Why did she have to rain on his parade and question his morals. He was upfront with the girl. He never lied to them and they always agreed to whatever he wanted to do. Whether it was to just hang out or smoke weed or have crazy sex. Either of the options were always agreed upon. Why did she have to judge him? That girl just needs to loosen up a little, he thought.

Kirsten and Emily talked about Sandy the whole way home and Kirsten couldn't understand why Emily was defending him. He was a guy...yes. He was hot...well yes. He was charming in his own way...definitely. But why did girls not challenge him to be more what he was? Probably because they were looking for the same thing he was. Just a good time!

"You should challenge him" Emily suggested in her drunken state. They just arrived home and were having one more drink that was so not necessary at that point.

"What do you mean?" Kirsten was intrigued but was afraid of where this was going.

"Well he plays with girls heads all the time right? Why don't you play with his? Get him at his own game. I am not saying it is going to be easy. That boy has not settled down with anyone since I have known him. Someone must have done a number on him to act the way he does".

"Why me, though? Why not you or any of our 8 friends that know his type?"

"Because you need to have a little fun." Emily said as she started to drift off to sleep. Kirsten told her to go to bed. She really didn't want to speak about it anymore. And just as she was dragging her drunken ass to bed Emily spoke her last words for the night. "You haven't had any real fun since you and Jimmy broke up over the distance thing and that was almost a year ago".

Why did everyone else have to get their last word in?