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Nash drove a fully restored 73’ Dodge Charger It was a monster of black, chrome and motor I was pretty sure everyone in the apart because it was just that loud and rumbly but it was a cool ride and I knew it meant a lot to him because he had done the rebuild round was a little sketchy, but since my oas less than stellar I never really pushed him to talk about it I knew his dad had died when he was really young and that his mom had remarried so to do with Phil, the saral in getting Nash to adulthood without a criitimate kids

The bar was in lower don or LoDo as the locals called it It was a popular hangout for mostly locals and industry people and since I hadn’t been around on a Sunday in years I forgot how packed it could be when the Broncos played The guys had a table in the back right under a lasses and a pitcher of beer waiting Fist bu went around the table as a raucous cheer went up in the packed bar as the Broncos scored

"What up fellas?" Nash poured us a round as we settled in Roiggled his eyebrows up and down and motioned to a spot over his shoulder towards the bar

"Isn’t this better than family time? Nobody wants to see irls that worked in the bar were all dressed in sexy sports themed uniforms, some were super sexy cheerleaders, some were in really small jerseys and hot pants that laced up like football pants and my favorites were dressed in little tiny referee outfits that barley covered their botto torn to pieces by

"No they sure don’t" It was nice to just chill and spend tiuys when normally Sunday’s were the worst part of the week but today esoh beer would squash it

Jet looked up fro and pointed a finger over his shoulder towards the bar "Wait until you see the chick waiting on us Dude, just dude there aren’t even words"

Jet’s band En in the local scene and I knew froroupies and rock chicks so if he was iirl was probably a dead 10 and I couldn’t wait to check her out We chatted and pounded the pitcher away in under a half hour and the guys were getting louder and rowdier but it was a good time and we needed another round sooner than later I had yet to see the elusive waitress of hotness when the hair on the back of my neck went up and I suddenly snapped to attention There was a blondher way towards the table She had on the requisite referee outfit cos She also earing a pair of black boots that looked a hell of a lot like s to rest below her knees The hair was so blond it was al in a sleek, low ponytail like I was used to it was in twin pigtails on either side of her head and startled green eyes were looking at ht slash of red against a pale face I was as fanitionto his feet to enfold her in a bear hug

"Hey girl, what are you doing here?" Shaw gave a little squeal as she returnedbut her eyes never left mine

"Uh I work here, I have for a while I nored and it’s busy I picked it up What are you guys doing here?"

I knew the question was directed at me but I was still too stunned at how different she looked to respond Nash left an aruy with the goatee is Rowdy; he works at the shop withhis face full of nachos is Jet, he sings for Enreith Rule and his brothers"

I watched in a mixture of awe and repulsion as my friends practically fell over themselves to shake the hand she extended I still hadn’t said anything and it was starting to get aard but she just smiled and picked up the empty pitcher and told us she would be back with another in a few minutes All four sets of eyes followed the swish of her hair and the ruffles on her ass as she walked away and I wanted to punch everyone, including myself in the face As soon as she was out of earshot Rowdy turned on me and reached across the table to smack lared at him but made no move to retaliate

"What the fuck?"

He shook his head and pointed a finger athoirl you whine endlessly about walking in on you when you’re acting the fool? That’s the girl you dodge calls froay"

Nash snickered and Jet busted out in a full belly laugh I flipped Rowdy off and narrowed my eyes

"Shut up You don’t have any idea what you’re talking about"

"No? I have eyes and that chick is killer so either you’re blind or stupid because if I was cooped up in a car with her for two hours every week I’d be thanking God not bitching about it"

Nash shook his head "I can’t believe you didn’t know she worked here Do you really just ignore everything she says to you?"

I glared at him "You didn’t know either and you talk to her when she comes over on Sunday"

"I ask her if she wants coffee, not how she oing to argue but he kept going, "And she is hot, she’s always been hot you just don’t like her so you can’t see it She looks good in all that fancy crap she’s normally in, but man in that uniform…"

"I like her fine" I refused to comment on her hotness or lack of because that eird to ically she was a beautiful girl, but she always seeht of her as attractivein a museum rather than every day enjoyment