Too Much to Handle
Author's Notes:
This fan-fiction was inspired by an dream I had one night enjoy.
ยท Allen picks up a girl at the bar and takes her home, not knowing that he can't handle her. (2p! FACE eventually)
Can I Buy You a Drink?
Ahh! I love the smell of happy hour. Al thought as he walked through the doors of the bar. As he walks into the bar he scans the place for any fights to pick or girls to take home. Then he sees her. She had short wavy brown hair and dark tanned skin like his. She was in a dark chocolate brown jacket, had sunglasses on top of her head and short jeans shorts from what Al could tell from her back side. And she seems to be all by herself too. Perfect! He then walks over and asks "Hey doll face! How about I buy you some drinks?"
The girl then turns her chair toward Al, in her short white shirt exposing her midriff and her deep magenta-pink eyes. "Only if you are not a jackass and run off leaving me to pay for the drinks" she responds.
"Why would I run off like an asshole and leave a pretty little doll face like you here to pay for the drinks? What would you like?" Al said slyly as he takes the empty stool next to the girl.
"And what the fuck do you want so badly that you are so fucking eager to buy me a drink?" the girl responds facing the counter trying not to look at Al.
"Oh, I can't buy a drink for a beautiful doll face." he response sweetly as he puts his hand on her face. "If I were as fucking hot as you are, I would let anyone buy me drinks and never pay for a one again. Al then turns the brunette's chair so she is facing him and smiles showing his missing molar and asks "What will it be?"
"I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, then if that is not too much trouble." she finally states. It has to be him. He looks and has the same missing tooth as him. I finally found Allen Jones.