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out of the bar and their spots quickly filled by the line of students outside.
    “This has got to be the worst idea ever,” Ben said to himself.
    “What?” Parker yelled between hundreds of shouting college students.
    Ben just shook his head, “Nothing.”
    “This is going to be incredible!” Parker yelled. He put his arm around the girl next to him, and whispered something into her ear that made her laugh.
    Her name was Nikki, short for Nicole, unless people actually name their kids Nikki. He’d met her at the bar about twenty minutes ago. She was a cute girl, and seemed nice enough, Ben thought. She also kind of seemed like every other girl though.
    Ben looked across the table at one of the only empty seats left in the bar. They were apparently saving a seat for Nikki’s “friend,” who had been in the “bathroom” ever since Parker came back to the table with Nikki.
    She leaned forward resting her elbows on the table and looked right at Ben. “You look so familiar.”
    Parker put his hand on Ben’s shoulder. “You mean Mr. Benson Wilder?” Parker corrected himself. “The Mr. Benson Wilder, I mean.”
    “You’re that runner,” Nikki said.
    Brad and Jimmy laughed from across the table.
    “What’s so funny?” Nikki asked.
    “We’re all runners,” Jimmy said.
    He leaned towards Parker. “I’m gonna grab some fresh air.”
    “Dude, the fight’s about to start!”
    Ben didn’t respond. He just stood up, pushed in his chair and headed towards the front door.
    “Okay man, we’ll be here,” Parker added. Nikki made eye contact with Ben as he stood up, said something to Parker and then looked back at him. Ben smiled trying to be friendly and headed back towards the entrance, feeling her eyes still locked on him.
    The front of the club was even more packed than the area around the cage. As Ben looked to his right, he understood why. There was a full bar and two unbelievably hot girls behind the counter spilling more alcohol than serving it. Every guy at the bar probably thought they had a chance. Maybe somehow they’d use the right line that would end up with one of the girls writing their number down on a napkin and sliding it across the bar to them.
    That was what happened in the movies, anyways. This was real life though, where the girls behind the bar were being paid to dress and act exactly how they were. Stick-on tattoos and all. Ben would bet money they’d probably rather be at home in their pajamas curled up on the couch with a good book and some ice cream. Cookie dough probably. Or maybe mint chocolate chip.
    Ben looked over to the front door; the bottom line was exiting the club was starting to seem like a bad idea. There were just too many damn people standing around and the chance of him getting back in were slim to none—which actually sounded like a half-decent plan, maybe the guy version of “going to the bathroom,” is “getting some fresh air.”
    He looked back across the room where Parker was sitting with his new girl. I can’t just leave him, though.
    Ben felt a somewhat sweaty arm wrap around his shoulders, “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Track & Field himself gracing us with his presence.” It was the left fielder for the baseball team, Mike Mitchel.
    “So what brings Mr. Clean out tonight?” Mike said.
    Mr. Clean was another nickname a lot of guys called him. It made absolutely zero sense, but whatever. For some reason athletes go around giving each other nicknames until one sticks. Hopefully this one doesn’t.
    “Just out with some friends tonight, man. What about you?”
    Mike tilted his head towards the bar and smiled.
    Figures.
    Forced into a few minutes of small talk, Ben sighed relief when some other guy Ben didn’t recognize started talking to Mike. Well, talking would be an understatement. This guy was yelling. Not in an “I want to kick your ass” way, but in an “I’ve already had too many drinks to realize I’m shouting at you” way.
    Ben put his hand