Chapter 3

Part 3

"Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme"

"So good game eh?" another random stranger slurred patting me somewhat roughly on the back, as I sat at the bar, and then he stumbled off without another word.

"It was a good game," another voice commented behind me and I turned to see Cam actually smiling at me and her sister smirking like the true bimbo she was.

"Hey you came," I replied trying to sound excited as I heard Pat shuffle beside me. "This is Pat, and um that's John," I said pointing to both the guys beside me while they grunted their manly replies, "and you know Frank way down on the end," I continued a bit relieved when she merely nodded in recognition at him instead of smiling.

"Hi," Kelly said stepping forward passively almost as if asserting her territory and I couldn't help but notice her first step in the direction of Frank as Cam just stood rooted to her spot almost awkwardly.

"You can sit," I said pulling out the open stool beside me but she didn't move.

"I honestly have no clue why I let Kelly talk me into this," she said slowly shrugging her shoulders in this tenseness I'd never seen before.

I shrugged right back at her. "Just have a beer and maybe you'll have some fun," I said once again gesturing to the seat beside me.

"That's what I'm so scared about," she muttered but still came over to the stool and climbed onto it.

"Don't worry Cam, Sean doesn't bite," Pat said leaning across me to shake Cam's hand after she ordered a beer from the bartender. "He's much more of a nibbler anyway," Pat said smiling suggestively and wiggling his eyebrows.

Cam gave him a quirky smile in return and raised her own eyebrows. "And you know this how Pat?"

"All right, all right," I said waving my arms to obstruct their view of each other. "We get it Sean's an awesome kisser, and Pat's jealous of that fact, but I want a serious critique from Cam about today's game."

Cam rolled her eyes. "You played really good," she said simply her face blank.

"That's it? No criticism? No 'Sean you throw like a girl' thing?" I asked honestly in disbelief.

"Well honestly you should learn to scramble better. Anytime anyone puts any pressure on you, you just seem to topple…"

She just kept talking and I couldn't help it if at that exact moment a really, really attractive girl walked by practically begging for me to watch her as she walked by. It's hard for anyone to hold a guys attention with distractions of that… magnitude.

"And you're not listening to me," Cam said as the girl entered the bathroom and the momentary spell was broken.

"Huh?" I grunted looking at her blankly as she looked back very slightly miffed at me and Pat chuckled heartily.

"God Sean you're infuriating," she muttered picking up her beer immediately after the bartender set it in front of her and she drained half of it right off the bat.

" I win," I sung somewhat shrilly as I threw another dart landing it exactly where I'd planned which is fairly amazing considering my level of intoxication.

Pat smiled somewhat dreamily. "Yes you did," he slurred pointing to me with a fierceness that clearly indicated exactly how drunk he was and spilling the rest of the beer he held in the other hand onto the floor.

Sean was practically growing in the corner as Pat and I crumbled together laughing.

"You play now Sean," Pat said shakily grabbing my hand and leading me back to the bar and abandoning Sean over by the dartboard by himself where he scowled at us the entire trip back to the bar.

"John. Johnny boy. John-John," Pat said tapping John on the shoulder multiple times and John sat patiently waiting for him to state what it was he wanted.

"Yes Pat?" John asked as if speaking with an infant.

"John," he said patting him once more. "You should go play darts with Sean."

John rolled his eyes then got up, probably just trying to get away from Pat's drunken rambling more than anything, while Pat and I tried desperately to seat ourselves back on the stools.

"You know I hate him," I said as if it were the simplest matter in the world and Pat wobbled still trying to get onto his stool.

"Don't hate John," Pat said finally stabilizing himself and deciding instead to just stand.

I shook my head and spoke as if I were three, "No I hate Sean."

Pat leaned forward and pressed his hand against my shoulder looking at me with wide eyes. "No you can't hate Sean. Hating Sean is like hating Hercules. You can't hate people without plaws."

"Plaws?" I asked as my head drooped to the side.

"Sorry I mean fla-aws. F-L-W-A-S," he said seriously starring at me wide-eyed.

I chuckled. "You're so drunk you didn't even spell that right."

Pat seemed confused for way longer than a second then looked at me blankly. "What were we talking about again?"

I sighed heavily and grinned. "Sean, you drunk bastard."

"Right, right. You can't hate Sean because he's the quarterback. If you make the quarterback angry he'll stop throwing passes to you," at grumbled blinking at me like an owl. "Charlie was dating this chick earlier this season and… and Sean didn't like that."

I looked at Pat with an equally owl-like expression and then suddenly my brain jumped and I sat straighter ready to prod information from Pat with all my might, even while drunk. "What did Sean do?" I asked my voice going from a drunken slur to girly in a moment's time.

Pat waved his hand over his head. "He said… he said 'Charlie you're not commit… committed to this team.' So Charlie said that he wuzzzzz."

"Did Charlie break up with the girl?" I asked quietly.

Pat's head rolled around on his head in what was definitely his drunken way of saying yes.

"Do you know who the girl was?" I asked desperately hoping that he wouldn't say who I thought it was.

"Myrtle… waits no," he stopped seriously thinking. "I'm going to say Megan."

"Great thanks," I said plainly to Pat biting my lip in anger and standing from the bar only wobbling slightly. "Make sure Frank gets my sister home," I muttered to him then left the bar and Pat in a drunken, confused, and royally pissed-off stupor.

that's done now. Right right we all know the next scene but I wont get that up 'til next week sometime because I'm in Anapolis for the ND-Navy game. GO IRISH!

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