Credit where it's due for this picture, the girl and photographer did a great job.

I was sitting at the bar in the Black Rose club downtown. I was alone and drinking a whisky on the rocks. If you don't know "on the rocks" means that the whiskey had ice.  It's a small bit of information that goes a long way. 

Now as I was saying,  I was alone at the bar and the seats next to me were empty. I was about to ask the bartender, Who stood 6 ft,  to pour me another when a boy in a yellow hoodie got thrown into the bar by some of the men who were previously dancing with some ladies on the floor. 

One of the men was taunting the boy, who's face I still could not see,  to get up and fight.  The boy shook his head and stood up sitting beside me.  He hadn't noticed me I guess. I didn't stick out so it only makes sense. 

Pale blonde hair with dim and dull blue eyes,  I had a beanie on with a dark blue flannel and light blue skinny jeans. The red pair of converse completed my everyday club day outfit. 

One of the men went to yank him violently out of the chair, but he moved with lightning speed. He grabbed the guys arm pulling it forward and towards the floor.  The guys forehead smacked into counter and he fell to the ground. 

One of the other men rushed to slap him, but he moved and his hand hit my face instead. Now this wasn't a girly man,  he was big and beefy,  and this slap hurt like hell.  The impact busted my nose and left a trail of blood down to my lips and across my chin.

He looked regretful and he started to sputter out an apology. However he was cut off when the boys hand closed around his throat,  the words get out were muttered from under his hood. 

I stood up from my normal stool and started for the bathroom when he grabbed my sleeve, and pulled my back twords him, turning my face to look at him.

"It doesn't hurt does it?" His voice was still muffled, and his face still hidden.

I shook my head denying it. "Thanks for what you did there. Those guys were jerks, they threw a bottle at a little puppy in the parking lot."

He clenched his fist. "Glad I did what I did then."

I nodded. "Let me buy you a drink, what do you like?"

He sat down the bar. "Whiskey, neat."
I sat down next to him and called for the bartender. "I'm Jess by the way."

"Call me hoodie."

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I've called him hoodie every day ever since then. I curl up to this man that I love every night and I have never once regretted it.