If ever a night she let her sister talk her into coming to the club, first he boyfriend of 2 years breaks up with her, then she sees him at the club with some skank, she got her ass grabbed twelve different guys and given death glares by there girl friends. She would have just been happy staying home eating Ben& Jerry's watching the Notebook and A Walk To Remember, but no her sister thought it would be better to head to the club and get her mind off of things. All that is how Jude ended up sitting at the bar drinking her Adios Motherfucker.
Staring at her drink was never one of her best qualities but when you don't have a boyfriend to protect you from the men in the club well it might be the only thing that can protect you. The bartender sits a drink down in front of her and leaves without a word leaving Jude confused. Its looks like a Purple Motherfucker but she's not sure, and she's damn sure she didn't order it, because she was going to stick to drinking her Adios Motherfuckers.
The bartender walks back over with a little note, places it in front of her and then points to a man in at least his 20's with black hair and the bluest eyes you could ever see. As she is looking at him she checks out his style to, he was wearing a suit. Who wears a suit to a club she thought. Oh well might as well read this note and drink this drink not a good night to be sober anyways she said to herself. As she skimmed down the note it made her squint due to the horrible scratchy hand writing but I guess it didn't help that it was on a napkin and the lighting was terrible.
His note left her surprised, yet made her laugh. He wanted her to go out with him on a date because he felt she would make him look good in public. What kind of woman did he take her for? She wasn't the type of girl that hung around just to make someone look good. Even if he was walking over to her right now.
'How about that answer?' He asked with a cocky smirk and a low husky laugh.
'If this is some kind of trick you pull with all the other girls at all the other clubs no wonder you don't have a date.' She said with hate and anger.
'Oh no sweetheart I don't pull this with everyone you're the first, but I could have any girl in this club or any other club. I mean I am the hottest guy in this place plus I'm rich and everyone wants to get with me.' He said in a cocky conceited way.
'Yeah everyone but me so why don't you go find one of your little groupie fan girls and leave me alone.' She said with malice and detest.
'Now what kind of guy would I be to leave you, a helpless, defenseless, drunk girl alone? Come on, I don't bite.' He said with a smile that she sure meant more than what it showed.
'I'm sure that's what you tell all of the girl's right before you bite off there freaking heads.' She said with a laugh. 'Plus I don't even know your name so that technically makes you a stranger to me.' She said with a huge grin on her face, starting to actually like his company.
'Well sorry I got caught up in your beauty, my name is Thomas Dutois or Tommy for short. There now I'm not a stranger.' He says flirtingly.
'Well I'm Jude Harrison. And yes named after the famous Beatles song "Hey Jude". Let me tell you though if you start at anytime singing that I will kick you, get up and leave, and pretend I never talked to you. Understand.' She said with a glare.
'Point taken to heart. Never sing the song "Hey Jude" to Jude Harrison she might bite off your head.' And then he laughs