I stroll into the usual place alone, order a beer while asking the bartender how the night is going. I lean against the bar and watch the place. I spot a couple of friends sitting at a table waving their hands at me. I go over, and sit down at a table beside them, since theirs is full.
One of my friends has no beer. I see a beer at my table that no-one has taken posession of, and give it to him. He’s happy.
Five minutes later two guys sit down at my table. They ask me if I have seen where one of their two beers has gone. I shrug and nod my head toward some chode sitting at my left. Whatever..
They are from Latvia. I talk to them. It’s hard to understand them, and I first thought they were from Ireland because of the accent. “Cheers” in Latvian is “sprita” or something similar. A little later, a man I used to train Brazilin Jiu-Jitsu greets me and hands me a beer.
A chick, HB 7.5, in pink top, black sweater and pink shoes EC me. I EC back. She sits at our table and talks to one of the Latvian guys, the bald one. I ask the other Latvian if she’s from Latvia too. She’s not. He hasn’t seen her before, and ask me
“Is she our bitch?”
“Huu? What?“, I say
“She, is she our bitch?“, the Latvian answers, in bad english reminding me of Borat.
“I don’t know“, I answer, having no idea what he meant.
She is foot-flirting with me under the table. I touch her leg while talking to the BJJ guy.
About an hour later the club closes, and I stand outside. I talk to some friend and sit down on the foots of a stair outside the bar. I see HB 7.5 talking to the bald Latvian. He goes over the street in what seems to be an attempt to get her to come with him. She sees me, and ask if I have a cigarette or a lighter. I say I don’t smoke. She then ask if I can watch her purse while she begs a cigarette off of someone.
“Sure, if I’m not leaving“, I answer.
“Will you tell me if you leave“, she says.
“Sure, if I see you“, I say.
She comes to me ten seconds later with a lighted cigarette and sit beside me. I ask her if she’s out and having a good time. She hesitates for a second, and then answers it’s good to listening to someone native, as she has been speaking bad english to Latvians all night. I ask if she knows of any afterparties, and she don’t, and asks me. I don’t know either. I ask her where she lives, and she answers “Mountainstreet”, which she clarifies is quite close by.
The bouncer at the bar at beside our bar shouts at her, saying that she has’nt paid her tab, and has to do it now. She walks into the bar about ten meters away. The bald Latvian guy comes and stand close by the exit of that bar. She comes out, sits beside me, then the bald Latvian comes over, says something to her, and she says something back. They go and talk not far away. She walks away from him and sits beside a female bartender who is speaking spanish to some spanish people. This is about three meters from me. The bald Latvian goes to her, nods his head and hold up his mobile. She walks reluctantly up to him, and then suddenly grab him by his arm and starts walking in direction of where she lives, with him hanging after.
This suck. If I had taken action, more iniative, talked to her more, I could have been f***ing her now, instead of writing a Field Report on my computer…
