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Lying on my bed with my arm shielding my
eyes I was just staring to allow myself to doze when someone
knocked loudly on the door. Amy was immediately on her feet. I sat
up and glanced over at the door “Who the hell is that?!”
    She strode over and opened it.
     
    Standing in our door way
was Oliver. He was wearing a pair of loose jeans and a hoodie. He
smirked at me as Amy gave him a questioning look.
    “Hey Layla.” He walked into
the room and right past a stunned Amy. She fisted her hands on her
hips and stared at him. “And you are?” He turned to face her and let out a small
laugh.
    “Oh yeah, sorry. Oliver. I
live across the hall. I met Layla here on moving day. You must be
the roommate.”
    “Amy.” She glared at him
and then turned her attention to me. I shrugged and gave her a half
a smile.
    “Flat on my back.” I said.
She snorted a laugh, suddenly knowing who Oliver was. He sat down by the
edge of my bed “Anyway, I just came over to see what you were doing
tonight. There’s a bar a couple of blocks over and its open mic
night. I was just about to head over with my roommate Nick and
thought you might wanna get outta here for a while.”
     
    Amy looked at me with hope
in her eyes. It was obvious she was desperate to go. Other than the
coffee shop, I hadn’t been off campus and it was Friday night.
“Sure. What the hell. Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready.” I
said.
    Amy winked at me and
turned to Oliver. Grinning at me he nodded, stood up then walked
out the door. Amy closed it behind him and jumped up and down
enthusiastically. “Oh my god this is going to be so much
fun!”
     
    * * *
     
     
    The bar was heaving with
people and the smells of sweat and bitter ales coming from the
overflowing crowd was pungent but not repulsive. One look around
and I could tell that the décor had clearly not been modernized in
quite some time. The dark mahogany bar and large wooden pillars
were thick with dust and had several gouges in them which were
probably caused by numerous fights and brawls. The walls were
covered with old photographs of singers like Elvis and Johnny Cash.
There was a sign lit up in florescent blue over the stage with the
name ‘Benny’s’ across it and I immediately assumed that was the
name of the bar. Instruments were set up and a single microphone
stood next to a black chalkboard which had the words ‘Open Mic
Night’ scrawled across it. Waitresses were darting between tables
and the bar, frantically taking orders. Every table was crammed,
including our own. Oliver and Nick had invited a couple of the guys
from our building to join us but Amy and I were the only females in
our little group.
     
    We sat at a table near the
stage and the guys immediately started talking about the need to
find a girl and get laid. Oliver looked over at me and half smiled.
I rolled my eyes at him. Men. Always looking for an easy piece of
ass. It didn’t bother me, but for some reason, I found myself
hoping that Oliver wasn’t like that. He leaned in and whispered in
my ear, “Just ignore them. They’re all talk and no action.” He
winked at me with a sexy grin on his face. I felt my cheeks flush
and hoped that he didn’t notice. His hot breath on my neck made my
hairs stand on end and my body suddenly stood to attention at the
sensation of it. I nodded in the direction of three scantily
dressed girls who were now approaching the guys. I let out a small
chuckle, “I hope not or those girls are going to be very disappointed.”
    He laughed and shook his
head, picking up his glass and smiling. “Yeah I guess you’re right.
So, how about you Layla? You got a guy back home writing you sweet
letters and calling you every day?”
    Tipping my head back, I
let out a snort of laughter. “Nope. I’m single and have been now
for over a year.” I wanted to add, “That’s right Oliver. I’m on the
market”, but decided to leave a little feminine mystery for him to
toy with.
     
    I had been with