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Beers and Karaoke

by Las Matamaridos 6 months ago in dating

Episode 2

Beers and Karaoke
Photo by Kane Reinholdtsen on Unsplash

Amanda's POV

There are steps in life as individuals we elect to take without knowing the hows or whys behind it. My background in regards to what I do for my boss Devlin whose suggestions as far as potential associates is highly questionable since his only criteria for a writing partner on assignments is how far along their six pack is, naturally makes me very cautious and before I make a choice about someone of his selection which thus far has proven to be disastrous. That is why I have preferred to work alone, but with times getting a bit more violent and a few of the female writers on staff have been stalked, attacked or assaulted over the past couple years the company has made it a policy that we work in teams. I support and accept those policy changes long as I can choose the individual myself. I need to feel it out a few times before I make any concrete decisions about a partner. The night I met Joaquin, even in all that chaos and noise of the bar, I felt jolted with a lightning bolt of motivation as far as presenting this crazy sounding idea to him. He could have taken it any number of ways and if the plan was to embark this journey I thought that in spending more time with him I would be able to identify my comfort level because for me that has always been an issue. As much as my intuition was telling me it was a good idea, my pesky brain works differently. There was so much at stake, errors in judgement were not an option.

We had been randomly texting throughout the week and agreed to meet at a local brewery after his son's football game. Sometime between the first meet and now this one, we had met another time in between, but it was late night after a busy day and we ended up at the same bar that was having a hair band tribute, so listening wasn't priority number one on the list. Coupled with a few added elements that made it distracting therefore a proper assessment could not be made. This time I was sure it would be different. This would be in a quieter place, less hustle and bustle and meet up at an earlier time. I was excited, the feeling that this was something positive bordering on overwhelming.

The Angry Horse is a brewery located in the city of Montebello, California. There isn't much to the layout of the establishment. On the outside there is an enclosed patio area with a few heating lamps and ambient lighting. As you enter there are picnic sized tables and a large bar that beckons you to run up and order a flight. As you walk along the side, there are higher and longer bar tables and an area where there is a plethora of board games to choose from. Further walking will lead you to men and women's bathroom areas and an exit out towards the back. There is no food served at the Angry Horse but one is allowed to bring in food from outside eateries. The staff is both accommodating and very friendly. The bartenders are helpful with selections if you are a newcomer and the beers they offer are still new so even an error in choice is not too disastrous.

We agreed to meet at 9:30 pm and I arrived maybe ten minutes before that time. The night weather lent for a black dress with floral print and a pink sweater to match. When we were talking about where we were going we found out there would be live music which was a bit of a treat because every other time I'd gone there it was just the conversational noise of patrons. The band playing was called Cheeks and Giggles and they were a cross between Elvis and Johnny Cash. I sat at one of the picnic benches near a couple out on date night. The man went for drinks and the woman sat there making conversation with me about the band and how she was enjoying them. She also partially complimented my dress with the exception that it was "too much cleavage up in front." I could only look at her and wonder where else but up top was she accustomed to seeing cleavage on a woman, but I was in no mood to argue so I just smiled and nodded. Unfortunately her husband seemed to think we knew each other and when he returned, he was carrying an extra beer for me. The woman didn't make it too obvious when she decimated her husband with a look before getting up and walking up and to a different table, leaving the man to awkwardly get up and say; "It was nice meeting you." I simply smiled back and said; "Good luck buddy." Right about that time I received a text from Eddie informing me that he was running late and would arrive closer to ten. Luckily I had a beer in front of me and I was enjoying the music making the absence hardly noticeable.

Looking around and noticing for the first time that the band drew a lot of their crowd to the spot giving them a positive showing of support, too much attention was not paid to them because my mind was working on something else and while I had the time I wanted to craft up some type of game plan as far as what I was going to be watching out for. Lost in thought, I had not noticed that the band had stopped and they were taking a break until the lead singer and the bass player came to sit at the table I was at. They asked how I liked the set and had I been there before. I proceeded to explain to them what I thought and how I saw their set. Surprised I knew anything about music we launched into conversations about the artists that have influenced them and how long they've been playing together. That's when a woman roughly about my age in a vintage yellow and black dress with a pixies styled haircut comes to the table and tosses a band sticker at me. I looked up and said something when suddenly the singer jumped up and followed the woman at a high tailed pace. The bass player just sat there and laughed while explaining to me that it was the singers' girlfriend and she possessed somewhat of a jealous streak. I elected to let it go because my whole reason for being there had not yet arrived and I would not be distracted from my main objective. Being quite entertained by the bass player sped the time up pleasantly. While I waited, we discussed a number of topics to pass the time till the next set was about to get underway. He got up, shook my hand, thanked me for the conversation and wrote his cell number down on the sticker that had been thrown at me.

Once the second set got underway, I received another text telling me he had arrived and was parking. I stared at my phone musing over the fact that Joaquin had no problem accounting for himself. I considered it to be a positive quality in an individual because it showed that he is conscious of others and in the area of communication. I reasoned that when it came to concert experiences and all else associated with my work, capturing details would not feel like it was being forced out of his interrogation style. Deciding to get up and grab a couple of beers at that point, because I figured he'd need one, and I was certainly done with my free one and was in need of a new one, we would be able to take some time to pick our flight selection while having tamed our thirsty palettes. When he finally arrived, he looked around till he saw me and still for a few seconds seemed somewhat puzzled before shaking it off and coming forward to the table where we continued to sit for another song or two before he suggested moving towards the back to hear each other better. We talked about his son's game, and the routine of our day had gone and delved into those "getting to know you" questions that can be rather uncomfortable conversations that gave me some insight about who he was, and at no point in time did those questions and inquiries become uncomfortable or short lipped. Several times I caught myself giving up personal information that I don't normally share with anyone and most especially a stranger. There is a manner about him that is both arrogantly confident and humorously inviting. I was regaled with anecdotal stories about him and his friends throughout the years that had me rolling in my stool.

Right around the time our chosen flights came he discovered the board games in a nearby corner, he jumped up and grabbed dominos while I excused myself to use the bathroom. Once back and setting up, we realized that we played very different versions of the game but he was accommodating enough to explain to me how he played his game. I lost every hand, but the conversation continued to be interesting and the beers all got sampled. I remember time flying, one minute he had just arrived and the next they were announcing last call. Quickly rushing for one more beer and continuing the conversation until lights out. Not quite ready for the evening to end, we opted for another local watering hole and barfly hangout called "The Venice Room" It's a great place to go to regardless of the time of day. Someone is always amusing to watch and things are always interesting. My memory fails me as to why we thought it was a good idea for me to drive, but I had car keys in hand and at the ready, and just like that we soon found ourselves with company. A spunky and equally inebriated woman who insisted on knowing where the party was and announcing she wanted to go as well. We told her we were headed for the Venice Room and she was more than welcome to join us. Being all for the idea she became quite chummy and introduced herself as "Mandi" and asked us for our names. Joaquin introduced himself, and when I told her my name she looked heartbroken. As we made our way to the car I learned I shared the same name as her most recent ex-girlfriend. Mandi then proceeded to share with us the woeful tale of their recent breakup after coming back from a fun filled vacation in Cancun, Mexico. In my efforts to give her my undivided attention as we drive to the next bar, I may have missed a red light or two, but I can say we made it there in one piece and having made a brand new friend, who unlike the woman from earlier in the evening who disapproved of my choice of wardrobe, this one was in favor of the cleavage.

We entered the establishment and made a B-line for the bar where we got our drinks. Joaquin and I had been out a week before very briefly just to hang out real quick and see if a longer date would be doable. I had taken the liberty of providing him with an unwanted shot of Jagger, which he vehemently refused and of course I found it impossible to let go and made so much fun of him for it. So when he walked up to the bartender and ordered the Jagger shot to make up for the one he refused to take, I could not help but laugh in appreciation at his ability to recognize the "Alcoholics Golden Rule" of leave no shot behind. Our new friend however, turned out to be the touchy feely type and had grown fond of running the tips of her fingers up and down my arm, completely ignoring the boundaries of personal space. She would inch into me I would inch into him and I discovered he did not need verbal cues from me, he quite naturally placed his hand on my waist and pulled me into him.

With drinks in hand we located a booth and assaulted our ears with some fabulously awful karaoke. Tania, in all her sensationalism, hopped up and bounced around from table to table hitting on all the ladies in the room. Up until that moment I had only ever seen my male relatives do that and with not as much success as she had. Eventually she made her way back to us and immediately took to sliding a part of my dress up and feeling my upper thigh and asked what I used to shave my legs with. I begin to think I should own stock in Astroglide and while that's happening Mandi cocks an eyebrow at Joaquin and tells him "If you don't want her, I'll take her" I made some kind of smart ass remark she got a kick out of and I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom. Upon my return she asked if I would add her on Facebook. I did and in doing so we discovered how small the world truly is because as it turned out her brother Mat is a really good friend of mine and I knew Mat through my best friend Marissa. Mandi knew Marissa as well and proceeded to call her at nearly 1:30am and harass her at the top of her lungs to answer the phone, get dressed and come join us and not pussy out. Of course Marissa didn't answer. I learned that an intoxicated Mandi is an amorous Mandi who kept scooting closer, a from out of nowhere seemed to have grown a few more hands and was seemingly using them all at once, Till the door of the bar flew open and a large group of loud and lovelies came barreling in and i became old news.

Last call was once again upon us and it was time to call it a night. I drove us back to the Angry Horse and we bid our new friend good bye and returned her to her vehicle. Everything after that was a tumultuous blur of overexcitement and lustful experimentation. The rearranging and removal of clothing, the steaming of windows, and at some point in all that action, a healthy and hefty member demanding backdoor entry. I had not quite recognized what was happening due to a multitude of reasons. A few being; 1.) I was enjoying myself, 2.)I was buzzed, and 3.)I was curious. I decided then and there to put a pin in that fun activity and return to it at another time because a vehicle is far too limiting as far as the depravity one can commit in it. Therefore the only choice to make was to part ways and continue the adventure at another time.

Joaquin's POV

I believe this was our third time meeting. On my way to the bar I must admit that I thought her name was Arlene. I was quickly trying to figure out a way to find out her name without making it obvious. I was so lost in thought that I missed the entrance of the bar and went around toward the outdoor patio seating area. I felt like a jackass newbie but I did my best to look casual. Once I made it inside she was not hard to find. She was wearing a black dress with a large flower print and a black cardigan to match. Her hair was down and her smile was bright and inviting. As soon as I reached the table Amanda was at I was immediately taken aback by the two beers sitting there. I must've looked like a fish out of water, because she looked very shy all of a sudden and said; "I thought it would be a good idea to have a couple beers ready for us." I have never had a woman buy me a drink. It was a very unexpected surprise and I began to realize the woman in front of me was not was no run of the mill ordinary woman. We ordered a flight of beers and I recommended every beer be different so that I can try half of her choices and you can try half of my choice. After drinking a couple beers she took a bathroom break and while you were in there I was still thinking of a way to get her to tell me her name. The answer was right in front of me, or so I thought. There was a section with board games, domino cards etc. I suggested we can play domino and keep score. By keeping score she would have to write her name on a piece of paper. When she came back from the restroom I said let's play domino. She agreed and I asked her to keep score. I told myself, I'm finally going to get her name. When I handed her the pencil with a piece of paper and she proceeded to jot down the letter "A" with a line in the middle followed by a "J". I was like a son of a bitch, that thought failed. After a few games of dominos, I showed her how to play two drinking games using playing cards. One called "Drunk Driver" and the other "Black and Red". In between the beers and games we talked and went through the usual questions when you're getting to know someone. and still getting to know each other. The bar closed early so we decided to order one last beer and head down to a nearby local bar, The Venice Room. I remember us waiting for the traffic light to turn green and I don't recall how we started talking to the woman standing at the light with us. All I know is that she wanted to party so I invited her to join us. "Arlene" and I introduced ourselves to her and that's when I at long last caught her name. Finally! Amanda. I admit that her driving did scare me a little on the way to the bar. When we arrived I quickly ordered shots relieved that we made it there in one piece. After the shots, we grabbed a couple of beers and made our way to a table. table. I recalled thinking how small the world truly is when we discovered Amanda knowing and being friends with Mandi's brother. The karaoke singers were a wild drunk and fabulous mess and it was hilarious. I remember Mandi playfully flirting with Amanda. Not that I could blame her, Amanda was this confident, funny and deliciously curvy woman. During one of Amanda's bathroom breaks Mandi asked if we were a couple? How did we meet and if i was truly interested in her. The dress she wore certainly highlighted her décolletage and no doubt Mandi took the same notice I did. She further tested the waters and asked if I would be down for a threesome. I told her that I didn't really know too much about Amanda yet to answer that question. Mandi eyed me a bit before asking if I was willing to convince Amanda. I knew that whatever and wherever this thing with Amanda was going, I felt it was important enough not to risk such a no boundaries type of beginning. It took some quick thinking but eventually it came to me. I decided to challenge Mandi back and suggested that if she was willing to give up control and allow me full control over it, then I was sure I could convince Amanda to join in. Her eyes closed, as if considering the possibilities. When she opened her eyes back up she politely refused and excused herself to join a loud and raucous crowd of women that had walked in a few moments earlier. All that took place during the short time Amanda was in the ladies room. It was all too soon when the last call was once again announced and she drove Mandi and I drove us back to the brewery. We bid Mandi goodbye and went back to Amanda's vehicle where we proceeded to make a brief carnal introduction and all I am going to say is that I cannot wait for our next date.


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