Page 3 of Sour Brew Face

I ignore him, he obviously wants me to cause a scene, but I won’t do that, because I’m a grown ass adult. I turn to the woman who was licking his neck and she at least as the grace to appear ashamed. I place my hand on her arm gently, though she flinches, and I give her a soft squeeze. “Good luck, he’s immature, selfish in bed, and farts during orgasm.”

I walk away to Jack’s stuttering, while his asshole friend laughs at him. It didn’t escape my notice he was filming the whole thing on his phone. I’m sure that will be great content for Jack’s followers.

My boys offer me thumb’s ups and cheers. They have full glasses, so I head to the bar instead, needing a moment and something stronger than our own beer. I take a seat and pour over the menu of beer offerings.

“What can I get you?” A deep husky voice asks from the other side of the dark wood bar top.

“A glass of Chimay Blue, please.”

I raise my head at his loud intake of breath. Fuck, he gives good face. Short brown and gray hair, curly on top. Chiseled jaw with a day’s worth of stubble, and a sharp nose. Slate eyes and a full bottom lip.

“That’s a strong choice, you sure?” I roll my eyes internally at the implication that I can’t handle a strong beer.

“Yes. Thank you.” I answer politely, not wanting to offend someone who works at the bar that just picked up our brand. He nods, turning to the taps and filling a tulip-shaped glass.

“I didn’t mean to imply you couldn’t handle it, just that its stronger than what you friends produce at Ordinary Guys Brewing.” I smile at his attempt to apologize, even though he’s making it worse.

“I’m familiar with whatweproduce, though I appreciate the concern.”

“You work there?” He asks not even bothering to conceal his surprise.

“Yes, I do. I’m a chemist.” He stares at me with a slack-jaw and wide eyes, his eyebrows nearly in his hairline.

“Smart, funny, confident and fucking gorgeous…” I ignore the flare of emotion at his words and lean in closer to him. He meets me halfway with an expectant look.

“Is this where you compliment me and offer a concerned ear to my woes to cash in on my newly single status?” He leans back, his eyes narrowing and nostril flaring. I might have touched a nerve.

“No, this is where a man sees a beautiful woman and wants to find out everything about her, including why she gave a jackass like that dude a chance?”

“Dating bingo, I’ve never dated an influencer before, I’m one spot away from the big b-i-n-g-o.” I take a sip of my beer once he puts it down and close my eyes for a moment to relish the flavor.

“What does he influence?”

“Me to date other people.” He throws his head back on a laugh, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing in his corded throat. I lick my lips…to get the beer off them, not for any other reason.

He tilts his head to the side and his mouth quirks, “What’s the prize for bingo and who are you playing it with?”

“Me, myself, and I. And the grand prize is a new clitoral vibrator.” He chokes on his own spit at my answer, but before he can respond someone taps my shoulder.

“Excuse me?” The soft voice belongs to the woman who was licking Jack’s neck. I did not expect to see her again…ever. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was seeing anyone. I would never—"

I interrupt her unnecessary apology. “Not your fault, even if you did pursue attached men, it’s up to them to remember they aren’t single.”

She nods, then sticks her hand out. “Amelia. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Hello, Amelia. Mary Opal, but you can call me Mo, everyone else does. My drink is rather expensive, why don’t you just join me instead, if you want.”

“Thank you.” She sits in the vacant stool next to me and turns to face me.

“Just so you know, I’m not bi, I’m a strictly dick kind of girl.” I decide to get it out there just in case I misread the situation, happened before and it is an awkwardness I’d like to avoid. “I liken the vagina to a Bassett hound, you know, with the saggy face. A strong wind and all that flesh just flies back, flapping from the force of it. Not for me.” The sexy bartender, Amelia and few other patrons laugh.

Amelia composes herself and smiles at me, “That’s alright, I’m a strictly dick kind of girl too, but you seem like someone I want to be friends with…”

I blink owlishly at her, that’s new. “Oh, well, friends it is.”

A throat clears and I stare up into darkened slate eyes, slitted with amusement. “I happen to adore Bassett hounds; can I be your friend too?” A dimple appears in his left cheek and my ovaries sigh at the beauty of it all.

“Do you like dicks?” I ask with a wicked grin, before taking another sip of my beer. Barkeep leans in close again and his sweet warm breath ghosts my face.

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