Dad's Bar

You and Doe step out of the movie theater at a little after eleven thirty. The movie had sucked, but the closeness you had felt with Doe almost made up for the uncomfortableness of the chairs in the theater, and the crapiness of the movie itself. You look at your date, "Ready to pop a couple off?"

"Sure. I can introduce you to someone there. And I have two things I have to tell you when we get there. Okay? I...I promise you'll like them both. Okay?"

"I trust you implicitly. Let's go." You say with a smile, taking her hand and heading to your rental in the parking lot of the theater strip mall.

The pub isn't to far from the theater, and you actually get a spot right in front of the entrance.

You once again jog around the front of the car to let her out of the car, again helping her out of the car as well.

You walk into the bar, holding the door for your love allowing her access first. You hear a very familiar voice say, "Doe my girl, how are you?" You recognize the voice and the huge human that was the emitter of that tone as he gently hugged Doe like only an old friend ever does. Doe hugged the former center on your High School football team, though it looked like panic was about to set in as she glances at you and mouths Help Me!

"Tommy Fucking Lang?!" you utter loudly.

The behemoth of a man jerks his arms in surprise. He let's go of Doe and stares at you dumbstruck. He looks between you and Doe and then cracks a broad smile. "Oh, SHIT yea, you motherfucker you. I'd heard you had come on back into town to see your mother, but this? This is epic. This is fucking great it really is!" Tommy says, tact and subtleness were never his strong suits in the least. He reaches for your shoulder and pulls you into a massive bear hug that actually lifts you off the floor. You swear you hear ribs popping, and you know you see stars flash across you eyes before he drops you out of the hug. He shakes his head looking at you, "Good to see you. You two get something to drink, on me bros. On me."

You gasp, "It's good to see you too, Tommy. This greeting makes me wish I had seen you earlier...when you weren't three sheets to the wind..."

"I haven't had drink yet tonight. Can't I'm working. So you two kids enjoy yourselves and I'll continue doing my job of watching you back, my brother from another mother...oh...um, sorry. How is she by the way? I really gotta get over there to say hi to her."

"She's doing good, considering, I mean." You say as you feel Doe tug you towards the bar. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Doe moves deftly through the crowded bar as someone was destroying some Tupac song that you don't recognize in the least.

As she steps up to the bar you see Doe lean over the bar and whisper something to Melissa the bartendress you had met yesterday. No wait...Yes it was still yesterday for another five minutes as there was still a whole two minutes left in the day. You see Melissa take a breath, and look over Doe's shoulder at you for a second, then bite her lip. Melissa nods, the moves towards the bigger breasted blond bartendress. She glances at Melissa for a second as you recognize the blond as an ex-cheerleader from your high school days. Janice Thompson is the name that comes to mind.

Doe looks at you her eyes twinkling in the light surrounding the bar area. "That's Tommy's wife now, John. Jeremy's mom. Or as Courtney says, Jermamy."

You look at your love, "Oh really, that's awesome. Old fucking home week. Man."

"Yeah." Doe takes a deep breath, as Melissa leaves the bar area and moves towards the stairs tot he storage area in the basement. "Come on, time to learn one of my secrets. I hope you'll like this one." She says as she drags you along.