
Her dads name is Ryder.
His hair is dark grey and his eyes seem almost black. Maybe they only look black to me because I know his story.
Ryder is one of the original Outlaws. He’s a hard man. He’s a fair tipper.
He drinks Coors light on tap.
The guy at the bar with her doesn’t know about her dad. Or maybe he does. It doesn’t seem to matter to him if he does know it.
His wife’s name is Brenda* Brenda is soft spoken. She’s soft and round, with a cherub face, hazel eyes and blonde curls.
She doesn’t drink much. If she does, it’s a vodka cocktail or two. I cut her off after three. She calls giggling the next day to thank me.
The girl at the bar doesn’t seem to know about Brenda though. Or maybe she does. It doesn’t seem to matter to her if she does.
The girl dances like a stripper. Slow curves and teasing glances. She licks her lips and reapplies gloss.
I’m pretty sure it’s strawberry; I can smell it over the smoke.
She could be beautiful. Eyes so blue they pierce the darkness of the smoky room, and long auburn hair that falls seductively over her eyes. It sounds to clichéd to say her skin looks like porcelain, but the description would be accurate.
She could be beautiful, but her eyes look empty.
She radiates youth and temptation. He watches her.
The bar is small, bodies pack in the doors before midnight on a Friday night. The room rings of ice hitting glass. The air pulses with the bass of the DJ’s sub woofers. Whispered conversations are shouted across brown laminated table tops.
The frenzy in the air is lost on the man.
12:45 am. Her brow is damp with heat. She’s been dancing for almost two straight hours.
Saddled up to the bar she calls me, “Lisa, back me up. Make it a double.”
I smile at her, and I call her babe, “Gotcha! Great party tonight yeah?!”
She nods. I see her scan the crowed for him. “He’s out back.” I tell her, as I mix the VO and coke.
She smiles. “I’m a whore.” She giggles. I look at her closely. “No, you’re not. Why are you doing this?”
She shrugs. One eyebrow raised she smiles and rolls her eyes.
1:30am. Draped over his arm I can see her eyes glowing foggy. I’d already cut her off.
I think maybe she’d smoked something in the parking lot.
He rubs her back.
She sits at the bar, her head in her hands. She still looks beautiful. Her blouse is half open, random guys at the bar gape openly at the cleavage that has been left exposed.
Slightly disgusted I find the excuse to come around the bar and “tidy up.” I whisper in her ear that she’s showing a bit of “downtown Cleveland.” She fumbles for the buttons for a second then gives up. To audible jeers from the crowed I help her with the top button.
That will weigh on my tips.
But she smiled a drunken thanks.
2:30am. He’s ready to go.
She puts her jacket on slowly. When he leaves to use the washroom, I touch her arm. “Mindy*, let me give you a ride home. I’m doing last call in 15mins. I’ll give you the keys to my car, you can sit there until I close up. It won’t be more than a half hour.”
She’s younger than me by a couple years, suddenly though, she looked very old. She looked very old and very tired.
She smiled a humorless grin. “What? Do you think you’re going to save me?” I shook my head. “I don’t think you need to be saved Mindy, but I think you’re better than this. And yeah, I think you need to hear that.”
Blue eyes focused on the bar. “I’m not better than this Lis.”
He emerged from the bathroom and the moment was lost.
One glance over her shoulder and they disappeared into the night.
I won’t tell Brenda. I won’t tell Ryder.
I’ve already forgotten.
I thought about Mindy for a long time that night. She’s a good girl. She’s smart. She’s funny. She’s beautiful.
I can only imagine what growing up in a family influenced by a “biker gang” could have been like. I don’t know much of Mindy’s story. I do know though that she’s broken.
She’s broken and she’s hurting.
The funny thing is, he’s a good guy too. He’s a hard worker, he’s a good friend, and he’s (mostly) honest.
Maybe they’re both just looking for something. Maybe they’re both a little lost.
Or maybe they’re both just assholes.
Maybe he’s just some guy, some guy cheating on his wife. Maybe she’s just the girl that made it possible.