Level 0: Chapter 1 - First meeting 1/2
After riding the subway for what seemed like ten minutes due to all the stops and turns in the tunnels, I arrived at our rendezvous place downtown. It was a very modern yet cozy pub called the “Brown wire” or “der Braune Draht” in the local tongue. The mixture between the loungy, jazzy type of ambiance and trendy life elixirs made it a nice place for after works of all kinds.
I was somewhat familiar with the place since it was on my way home, but I never had the chance to go with the “cool kids” from school.
The bar was close enough to my sister’s place for them not to mess their way home despite a night buzz, or live as retired cougars. I remember this odd “requirement” as one of the reasons Mifune picked this deafening neighborhood, despite the bubbly groups of teens and subway stations’ traffic.
I hurriedly arranged my messy hair in the front glass, fully aware that I stepped outside of my comfort zone or league for that matter. But like a wise man once said, hope made us live.
Somewhat satisfied with the result, I took a long breath and finally decided to venture this foreign land.
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As I pushed the door, I looked around myself.
“Tall”, “handsome”, “Lucky Guy”, “Big tits”. Those were the first thoughts that appeared while trying to leave a semi-death state of panic and expectation; one where I couldn’t think logically. I was feeling a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and fear.
All I wanted to do at that moment, was to belong and impress. Living the life of an ascetic for 16+ years had taken a toll on poor little old me.
Not totally comfortable, yet alert. I made sure not to fall on the floor, literally and figuratively, as I made my way through this danger zone known as the entry. Not sure about my first impression, I tried to brush off the inquiring gazes of the crowd. Somehow telling myself that I did not care for their opinions of me, and yet doing my best to gain their seal of approval.
As I reached the bar, I finally felt like I had blended into the environment and collected back my spirits. I made a phone call to my sisters because the place had several stories and a blinding crowd. It was essentially not productive to go through the whole place when I could just signal my presence to them.
Before I could place a call, however, I was interrupted by a barmaid behind me.
“Can I help you, sir?” A feminine yet mature voice behind me sounded.
“Oh no, I’m just trying to reach friends inside...” I said while going through my call history. As I put the phone on my ear and turned, I saw the person tending to me behind the counter.
“No problem sir. If you need a drink just ring me here.” The woman smiled and got back to wiping the long furniture nonchalantly. She seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She had curly blonde hair and nice thick thighs. Her jeans emphasized the firmness of her athletic body but every time her hands finished a movement, my previous assessment was as firm as the motion both in front and behind her.
Her bust was ridiculous compared to the weapons she was hiding back there, but the combination of her easygoing behavior, thick slenderness, and bandana she wore made her dangerously and rebelliously attractive to the young boy I was.