34 (F4M) Dateus interruptus

The corners of my lips turned up into a smile as I let out a soft chuckle. I nod my head in agreement with the comment that my date had just made. So far the date was going rather well I thought to myself. Normally I was terrified of first dates; they could be so awkward and terrible. I lift my plastic cup up to my lips as I take a sip of my drink. The movie earlier had been so much fun that neither of us had wanted to end the night just yet, so we found ourselves in a bar we had randomly passed having a few drinks.

I sit my glass down onto the wobbly table and lean in to be heard of the loud music playing over the jukebox. “I have to go…powder my nose” I say with a teasing grin. I stand up and make my way across the room toward where the signs say the bathroom is. My hands brushing over the skirt of my new dress I hesitate slightly as I see that the bathroom is at the end of a long hallway with a creepily flickering florescent light that leads right past a door that leads into the alley.

I figured this can go one of several ways.

you are just some random guy in the bar who jumps on an opportunity.

You are a friend/ bully or brother of my date, who wants what he has.

Or if we want to go even darker. Maybe my date was black and you (and your friends?) don't exactly approve.

Pick your poison.

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