fighting. She doesn’t like to get into fights but she loves to watch them. She’s dated a number of different types of fighters. Everyone from boxers to MMA competitors. Of course, saying she’s dated these people may be overstating things as the majority of her “dates” have consisted of drunken one-night stands. That doesn’t matter to her, though. She lives her life the way she wants.
“Oh my God, Shelly, how the hell have you been girlie?” she answered. She’s never been a hello type of girl.
“I’m good. I was just calling to see if you might be free Thursday night?”
“Actually, that’s my night off at the bar. Whatch’ya wanna do? Anything wrong?”
“No, I just haven’t seen you for a while and thought we should catch up. We could grab dinner and talk?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. Wanna meet at the Violet Vine around 8:00?”
“Sure. I’ll see you then.”
I hung up the phone, excited that I would be getting the chance to pick her brain. I could have asked her over the phone but I wanted to be able to see her facial reactions, just in case there was something wrong with this guy. I picked Thursday because that would be the night before my date and I figured if anyone knew anything about Jason, it would be her. My only hope was that he wasn’t one of the many fighters that had been in her pants.
As usual, I was sitting at our table by myself while waiting for her to arrive. Finally, she came walking in around 8:45.
“I’m so sorry I’m late. The traffic is crazy out there,” she said, apparently searching for an excuse. She must have forgotten that I travel the same route to get to the restaurant that she did.
“It’s okay,” I stood to give her a hug.
We both ordered some drinks and made small talk while we waited for our food to arrive. Actually, it was more like her talking while I sat there listening. Every once in a while, I’d try to get a word in edgewise but she cut off every attempt.
I got to listen to her go on and on about her bartending job and all the cute guys that come into her bar every night. She kept telling me that I should come down and visit her some time so she could introduce me to some of the regulars to come in. I saw that as my chance.
“A guy is actually one of the reasons I asked you to come out with me tonight.”
This seemed to perk her ears up. Suddenly, she was more than willing to listen to what I had to say.
“Yeah? You wanting me to set you up with someone?”
“Oh no, it’s nothing like that. I met someone and was hoping you might know who he is.”
“Really? That’s pretty unlikely. We don’t exactly run with the same crowds.”
“That is an understatement,” I said jokingly. “This is more someone who would hang around your crowds I think.”
“Okay? I can’t see you going out with anyone from my circle, no offense.”
“This wasn’t something I planned. I met this guy at work. His brother is in my assisted living center. He’s a cage fighter so I figured you may have at least heard of him.”
“What’s his name?”
“Jason Stark.”
“You’re shitting me,” she said as she put her hand over her mouth and gasped. “Jason ‘The Silencer’ Stark? Nuh-uh! You’re going out with him?”
“Yeah. We have a date for tomorrow night. What do you know about him?”
“Well, I can tell you that he’s one of the best fighters in the area right now.”
“He’s good?”
“Oh yeah. In the cage, he’s excellent. Outside the cage is another story.”
“What does that mean?”
“When it comes to being a bad boy, Jason Stark is known for being one of the baddest. He definitely has a reputation that follows him around.”
“That doesn’t sound good,” I told her, getting a little worried about agreeing to go out with him.
“That depends on who you’re talking to. He’s been in