My name is Ryan; I am 27 years old decent looking but nothing to get me in a magazine. I left my apartment at 9 pm to meet some friends at a bar in town that we sometimes hung at. One of my friends, Ben is a bit on the unruly side and has gotten us into a few fights in the past year. Ben likes to drink and then run his mouth over the littlest thing. I got there a bit early and sat at the bar, the place was pretty empty. I ordered a drink, sipping on it, this short guy sits next to me, he had short cropped blond hair with nice thick arms and big hands but must not have been over five feet six inches. I was still not that impressed until he opened his mouth and this Irish accent rolled out of his mouth. Hello, my name is Jim; can I join you for a drink? Sure, I said. I sipped my drink as Jim started telling me about his just moving to Seattle from New York. I was lost in his thick
By Seth Cybertar