I was in Denver visiting family when the shit in New York happened. I remember getting a call from my roommate, Derek, asking me if I was ok. Obviously I had no idea what was happening, so when I turned on the local news, I was shocked beyond belief. I couldn't believe it, ghost had attacked New York? No way. I immediately went to book a flight home, but all flights into JFK were cancelled.
I ended up flying to Linden Airport on a puddle jumper, and hailing a cab all the way to my apartment. Derek and I had rented a small little two bedroomed flat by our college. It was pretty small, but the two of us dealt with it pretty well. When I got there, Derek immediately opened the door and pulled me into a bear hug. I usually wasn't a fan of hugs, but with what happened, I hugged him back just as tight.
When we parted, he helped me get my bags into my room, and we decided to go out and grab some food. There was a little "hidden" bar about a mile away from our apartment called B Flat that Derek and I liked to go to. We put on our jackets and began walking to the bar. When we were about a quarter mile away from the bar, Derek made a questioning noise, and I looked over at him.
"What's up?" I asked him.
"It looks like someone has moved into that old firehouse that you're absolutely obsessed with." He stated.
I frowned and looked over his shoulder. Damn, he was right. There was a moving van in front of the building, and women were moving things into it. That's good, if the building was vacant any longer, the city was sure to demolish it. I just wondered who these women were. Derek and I were on the other side of the street, so I couldn't make out the women very well, but there looked to be four of them.
I smiled and walked away with Derek. We got to the bar at around 9pm, so it wasn't too busy, but there were a few people there. My roommate and I took a seat at the bar and ordered a few drinks. This was our last weekend before classes started back up, so we decided to have fun. We talked about what had happened to the city and the Ghostbusters, that's what Derek called them, for a few hours. The bartender joined our conversation for a while before he had to go help some people who had just walked in.
I turned to look at the newcomers, and noticed the bar was significantly more crowded. How long had we been there? Anyways, the people who just walked in seemed to be the four women from the firehouse. They took the seats next to Derek and me at the bar, and now I could now get a good look at them.
The woman seated furthest away from me had her brown hair pulled up into a pony tail. She had thick glasses and a plaid shirt on covered by a cardigan type sweater. She seemed to be in her early 40s at most. The one next to her seemed about her age, with shoulder length reddish-brown hair and pinkish colored sweater-shirt-thing on. Next to her sat a very tall African American woman with the biggest hoop earrings I had ever seen. She had a bedazzled jean jacket on, and her necklace said "Patty".
That left the woman sitting right next to me. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid my eyes on. She looked younger than the others, but older than me. Her blond wavy hair was pinned tightly to her head on one side, and was wild on the other side. She had on thick rimmed yellow tinted glasses, a neck tie, and a necklace that I'm pretty sure implied "screw you." She was wearing a striped shirt, covered by a grey vest, which was also covered by a leather jacket. She had fingerless gloves on her hands that were wrapped around a bottle of beer, and combat boots.
As I looked at her face once more, she had a smirk on her lips and was looking right at me. My eyes went wide as she winked at me, and I whipped my head around to look at Derek. My face must have been so red. Derek was ordering another round of drinks for us when I caught his attention.
He raised an eyebrow at me and said, "What's got you all red kid?"
"Nothing!" I said far too quickly
I heard a chuckle come from behind me and Derek looked over my shoulder. A smirk slowly grew over his face and when he looked back to me he said, "Oh, I see."
I glared at him and looked at the clock that was on the wall. It was 12:30 in the morning and I was starting to get tired. I chugged the rest of my beer and stood up, slipping my jacket on. I told Derek I would wait for him outside as he paid the tab, and he nodded, flagging down the bartender. I walked outside when I felt someone come up behind me.
I turned around to see the cute blond from inside. She smirked at me, "Come here often cutie?"
"Actually I do," I chuckled awkwardly, blushing as red as a tomato.
"Well then, I guess I'll just have to make this place a regular hangout for myself and the girls. You see there's this really cute girl with short hair and glasses that goes there that I would like to get to know." She smiled and winked.
I was about to reply when Derek came up beside me and told me we had to go. The blond haired woman pulled a sharpie out from her jacket, tugged at my arm, and wrote numbers on it. She smiled at the both of us and walked back inside the bar. I looked down at the numbers on my arm and blushed even harder. Derek just laughed at me, and directed us towards our apartment.
When we go to the flat, we decided to get some shut eye. I wandered into my room, and closed the door. I stripped down, and go into an overly large sleep shirt. Before I got into bed, I plugged in my phone. I looked down at my arm, and before I could wuss out, I put the girl's number into my contacts. I didn't know her name, so I saved it as "Blonde Hottie." I decided I'd text her in the morning, when I wasn't as tipsy. With that thought, I got into bed and slipped off into sleep.