Head clearing slightly…yes, of course, I knew him…but nope…couldn’t remember his name…but Hannah would.
Having just exited a crummy one-year marriage, she had become superbly single and made it a point to get to know all drop-dead, good looking single men.
Dearest Hannah…excellent co-worker and fellow enthusiastic bar attendee.
She always made it a point to become friendly with the bouncers. Occasionally…not often…but occasionally…Hannah could get a “little carried away”.
That was when the bar’s ‘friendly force’ was good to know…and if that ‘force’ happened to be handsome and single…it was a plus for Hannah.
Doyle’s new bouncer certainly fell into that category. He was tall and no stranger to the gym. He had dark, golden brown skin and intense brown eyes. There was a small scar on his right cheek. He also wore no wedding ring which, of course, made Hannah very happy.
But as good-looking as he was, he always looked so serious. Come to think of it, I had never actually seen him flat-out smile.
I had seen him frown though…even look angry…at me…like last night. Sigh. Crap night.
It was about a month ago that he had shown up at Doyle’s. Hannah always asked the new bouncers to dance…and so after a couple of weeks…she had approached him.
Very few men refused the beautiful Hannah…and yet…
“Bouncers aren’t allowed to dance at Doyle’s,” he politely explained to her. And that was a complete lie.
Most of them did dance at the beginning of the night. I think it was just to get the feel of the crowd and to blend in a little.
Then a little later…just for fun and because Hannah dared me…I also asked him to dance. He had paused for a couple of seconds and I thought he was going to say yes…
But then he said “No.” And he just walked away. No polite lie to me. Nothing.
Maybe it had something to do with my spotting him a couple of days earlier at the Minneapolis Court House where I was doing some follow-up on a story for the newspaper where both Hannah and I worked.
He looked really disheveled and was surrounded by 3 or 4 Minneapolis policemen. They were all talking and then he looked over and saw me standing there.
I was about to smile that ‘friendly little smile you give people when you don’t really know them all that well…but you don’t want to be rude and ignore them smile’…you know what I mean?
Then…all of a sudden they put hand cuffs on him and led him into the jail part of the Court House.
I quickly looked away. But he had seen me.