"Are you girls ready to go out tonight?" Lola smiled and looked around at her friends.

"It's the weekend, of course we are," Kenna smiled and put the finishing touches on Greer's hair with a curling iron. "We've had a tough week, with finals and all. We deserve a treat."

"The cab is here!" Mary called. "Come on girls!"

"All five girls, two blonde and three brunette, ventured down the stairs in their high heels and skimpy dresses, and headed to the club.

...

"Five tequila shots, please," Kenna smiled at her favorite bartender, Bash.

"Back again huh? What's the occasion this time?"

"We're celebrating the end of finals."

"Ah, I see. Well, here you go," he smiled and pushed her the shots.

"Thank you, Bash. I got them, girls!" she smiled at him, and then headed out to the dance floor.

Kenna was getting shit-faced. Too shit-faced, Bash noticed. He saw guys all around, taking advantage of her drunken state and touching places they shouldn't…Bash clenched his fist and tightened his jaw. Kenna was a kind, beautiful girl. She didn't deserve to be groped b those bastards.

"You're staring at her again," his co-worker and friend, Leith said as he grabbed a bottle of vodka and another of cranberry juice.

"You're one to talk. I see you flirting with Greer every time they come in."

"That's the difference between you and I, my friend. I actually make a move."

"She wouldn't go for me."

"You wouldn't know unless you try, would you?"

"Shut up."

"Uh oh. You better look up."

Bash did, and he saw some guy that looked old enough to be his father pinning Kenna against the wall.

"I'll be back," Bash got out from behind the bar and ripped the guy off Kenna.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" the guy was slurring his words slightly.

"Getting you off of that poor girl you're getting your spit on."

"Bash, it's okay. Henry was just…" Kenna tried to help.

"I don't care what Henry was just doing, Kenna. Come on," he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the back.

"You didn't have to do that," she said once they were alone.

"I know. I just couldn't stand seeing that guy do that to you. You're my…friend," he finished and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry I brought you back here. You can leave if you want."

"No, I like it back here. It's cozy."

"That's rich-person code for small."

"No, it's not! I really do like it; it's homey. Just like the bar."

"That's what my father was going for."

"Your father owns Diane's?"

"Owned. He died a few years ago."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." She looked at him with nothing but compassion in her eyes.

"That's all right. I've moved on."

"Well, I'm here if you ever want to talk," she put her hand over his.

"Thank you," he smiled at her.

"No, thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome."

They sat in silence for a few moments, until Kenna broke it. "I should go, my friends are probably looking for me."

"I'll see you around, Bash," she got up, kissed his cheek, and left.

Bash smiled and touched his cheek. Leith was right, for once. The next time she came in, he was going to ask her on a date.