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I was working security at the bar. It was a regular night, nothing special.
I see this dude at the counter, knocking shots back like water. You could tell he wasn’t drinking to have fun—he was drinking to forget something. He had that look in his eyes… pain, anger, maybe both.
He was with his wife, and she was trying hard to get him to dance with her. She looked good too—you could tell she got dressed up for the night. But he wasn’t paying her no mind. His head was in that bottle.
Then some other guy asked her to dance, and the husband lost it. Jumped up, swung on him. I had to step in, calm it down, and get them outside. I walked them to their car, told the husband to chill.
She was upset. Not just at him swinging, but because she went out of her way to look good and he didn’t even notice. So she asked me, “Can you keep an eye on him if I leave him here to sober up?”
I said, “Of course.” That’s my job anyway.
So she went back inside to enjoy herself a little. She danced, laughed, had some drinks, and pretty much stayed till the bar closed. Her husband was still knocked out in the passenger seat when she came back.
She was a little tipsy, but she ran up to me, hugged me tight, and said, “Thank you. You’re my hero.”
Then she kissed me right on the lips. And man, the chemistry was instant. One second we were just looking at each other, the next we were making out like it was supposed to happen.
I pulled my car around and we ended up hooking up right there in the parking lot parked right next to their car.