Ask about the bar

You look behind Jen to see the bar, a pretty run down place, not utterly uncared for just... well loved? Either way it still looks as rough on the outside as the patrons on the inside.

Ahh yes it starts to come back to you why you don visit here no more. The bar fight capital of the city, less of a bar and more of an unlicensed bare knuckle boxing ring, with extra **** to make things worse... you could never figure out why Jen works here.

I mean... she is tall... and buff... and... well, kind of... sexy?...

NO you can’t think of your best friend like that... right. . . ?

You shake your head to clear it of such thoughts, got to focus on talking first, not being horny.

“So Jen, still work at bluebirds then?” You ask, all ready knowing the answer.

“Yes Alex, ya know I work here, mean I jus’ told ya like 3 weeks ago that I’ll be workin’ here for a few more months...” she looks at you with a mixture of pleading and... longing.

“It ain’t that bad now, ya hear. Y’all know I can take care of ma self... look Alex I’m over 6 n a half foot tall an’ I nearly crushed your ribs from a hug, so think of what happens when I’m all good ‘n rilled up.” She says, now with a bit of pride in her words.

...

fuck... you know she’s right, like, you’ve been good friends since you can remember, and probably before that, thinking how close our families are, you just... you can’t help but worry for her she’s the... cutes... wait no keep on track... bravest person you know... and a killer body to bout...

damn...

you do like her, god dammit you do... but nows not the time for that.