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>I would hear Pizza start to hum the melodies to the songs on the radio occasionally
Cute as fuck man
Start to quietly hum along here and there too, I couldn't resist.
Her personality was infections.
Always bubbly and happy
It rubbed off on you, whether you liked it or not.
(sometimes it was for the best in my case)
We arrive at the Chili's and I park around the side of the building right in front of a window.
>Picking up my phone I send off a text to someone I knew that worked there at the time
>"Yooo dude just pulled up out front. have a girl with me, are you working the bar?"
(Pizza and I were both dreadfully underage at the time, but I had connections with some older friends, one of which happened to work at this chili's behind the bar.)
>cut the truck off and hop out walking around the front to let her out.
> Before I can make it over to her side, she's already out of the truck, small black wallet thrown over her shoulder.
A bell goes off in my pocket
Pulling my phone out I check my texts
A message from who we will now call Bar Bro(very creative I know)
>"Ya wya, got two seats open at the bar, sit and don't be dumb. Ill come over and talk to you after I deal with the other customers."
A favor I would repay years later.
Came and winched his car out of a ditch
Not a small one either.
During a fucking blizzard.
At 1 AM
He ran off the road while he was hammered.
(Like I said...I'm Dependable)
(and he gave me a pair of shoes too...for some reason? I still have them on a shelf in my basement, they are pretty Sick looking Nike Hightops size 11)
>sliding my phone into my back pocket I turn to pizza
>"you ready?"
A puzzled stare is what I get back
she looks at me while the gears in her head grind away
>"yeah lets go."
we start to walk in and I can feel there has been a shift in the mood.
(Already?)
But before I can even ask what's up.
>"who was texin ya?" she said with a playful mask on to hide her curiosity
(wow that's um... mighty white of you to be asking already)

>"My buddy behind the bar that's holding seats for us"
I say back opening the front door to the 3.5 star establishment and tipping my imaginary fedora.
She seems satisfied with this answer.
>Her long black hair flutters from the central air vent over head as she shuffles in
>I follow behind her into the small room catching the next door as she swing it towards me.
(not sure how it is in more western states, but around here where some winters we get 5 FUCKING FEET of snow and then 100 degree, high humidity summers, we have what can only be described as an airlock for buildings.
I think they might be called Breezeways or something of that nature it was just 2 sets of doors that have climate control inside the small area between)
>I follow her inside and she makes her way towards the last 2 open seats Bar Bro was holding for us.
>grabbing both bar stools and pulling them both out in one smooth motion, she hops up on one, me on the other.
>And so it begins
The "getting to know one another Phase"
never even got officially introduced at the party (unless you consider hitting one another with pizza an introduction)
>So ALL the mundane questions get asked
School
Our social lives.
who we hang out with.
What she wants to do after college.
What we have been up to.
What we were doing for work.
How work was.
how tall are you now?
blah blah fucking blah, get to the point OP. (I will......eventually.)
This entire conversation would take me another 2k characters on the low end to type out so Ill save you the reading and me the typing because it was nothing too important, just boring catch up.
You know
>The whole 9 yards.

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(Funny thing, I believe I heard somewhere that the phrase "The Whole 9 yards" comes from old WWII fighter pilots in reference to their mounted guns that used 9 yard long feed belts If I'm not mistaken)
(An Anon will correct me if I am for sure, god knows I ain't looking it up right now)
Bar bro saves me from what could have possibly been never ending small talk by bringing menus over and starting his normal Bartender spiel.
>"What can I get you two started with? some drinks maybe?
an inquisitive look on his face
Though he knew the answer.
I wouldn't have sat at the bar otherwise.
>"House Marg, salt on the rim please."
A favorite of mine
she's perusing the drink menu Bar Bro had slid in.
>"I'll have what he had...Except Strawberry"
(Just writing this I can feel the hangover associated with one too many strawberry margaritas.)
(There is just so much sugar in the flavoring.)
(That's what really gets ya)
>Bar bro grabs the drink menu Pizza was holding out to him and cheerfully says.
>"Alright Ill be right back with those, that'll give you two some time to look at the other menu if you wanted to put food in"
>He goes off to make the drinks quickly
>We look over the menus
>And the small talk ensues again
Until
>Margs are brought over
>food is ordered (the combos as foretold)

>We end up talking about things we like to do in our free time as we lazily pick at our food
>she says her uncle used to take her out on the ATV all the time
>Offhandedly mention about I ride at a place not too far from here with a couple people I met through work)
(that was a lie, it was like a 40 minute ride from where we were at, didn't
seem as long of a drive back then, don't know why)
>"OHH can we go sometime!" sounding rather excited
She seems interested to say the least, Outdoorsy type too? what a catch.
Fuck it, I try Pushing my luck some more
"Hey after dinner we could hit the trails in the truck if you wanted....I know this awesome spot that looks out over some water with this tree in the middle of it."
"That would be SOOO cool, I haven't been out in forever"
HolyShit.jpg
That worked?
>"It's a good thing I wore my boots tonight!"
she says this gesturing towards her feet
>We both share a giggle,
but for different reasons.
Her in regard the boot comment she had just made.
and me for remembering not everyone wears boots ALL the time.
(mostly because I have to for work. but they are more comfy and easier to find in my size.
Shopping for shoes is kind of hard for me Anons.
finding decent shoes in 13 E is a pain most of the time.
Hence why those "sick dopity dope dope sick" Nike high-tops I was given sit on a shelf. 2 sizes too small.
Not wide either, couldn't fit even if I tried.)
(The brand BOGS makes some real nice insulated rubber boots with a pretty nice lining on the inside, steel toe and they also run large usually find mine at Bobs stores. there's your shit tip from a dipshit.)
Dinner and the trails it is then, doesn't sound half bad to me.
after we finish most of our food and drinks, I pay the tab, tipping bar bro well.
(Gotta take care of the homie)
And head out to Old Reliable
Pizza pulls on the door handle before realizing I have to unlock it first.
Waiting for me to reach over and unlock it.
Excited to adorn my passenger seat once more.