"Happy birthday, babe!" Your boyfriend Ben Bishop whispered to you.
It was your 21st birthday and your closest friends and him surprised you by taking you to your first bar. The girls had just brought out your cake and sang you happy birthday. You closed your eyes and blew out the 21 candles on your martini glass shaped cake.
“I wish Ben would show a little more affection towards me.” You wished in your head.
You took a deep breath and blew the candles out. Everyone cheered.
Your best friend, (Y/F/N), came over with a knife and cut the cake. Ben helped serve you the first piece.
You took the paper plate from him and smiled, “Thank you.”
Ben swiped a little of the frosting off the cake and put it on your nose. You laughed and smeared a little on his cheek. Ben chuckled and whipped the frosting on your nose off with a napkin.
He pointed at his cheek, “Wipe it off.”
You smirked before leaning forward and licking it off. He laughed while pulling away. You laughed and took your cake with you to go socialize.
You walked up to your friend Caitlin who was mixing two drinks. Once she finished she handed you one. You smiled and took it.
“Thanks… I lost track of how much I’ve drank now.”
She laughed, “If you get shit faced it’s acceptable. It’s your first time.”
You took a sip and laughed.
While you chatted with Caitlin a well dressed guy came over and leaned on the bar beside you. He stared uncomfortably at you. After failing to ignore him you decided to converse with him.
“Uh… Hi?” You said.
He flashed a straight, white smiled. “Happy birthday.”
Your eyebrows came together in confusion. “How did you know?”
He pulled lightly on your ribbon. You quickly remembered the “fasionable” sash and tiara your friends had made you wear. On it was “21st birthday”.
“Oh… Well thanks…” You replied awkwardly.
He stuck his hand out to you, “I’m Brent by the way.”
You gingerly put your hand in his and shook. “Hi, I’m (Y/N).”
He looked around before leaning in and whispering in your ear, “There’s a free room upstairs.”
You blushed and pulled your hand from his. “Oh… No thank you! I’m here with my-”
Brent cut you off with a rough kiss. In the moment you panicked and dropped your glass. Your hands flew up to his chest and pushed him back.
“Dude. I said no.”
He shook his head and leaned back in for another kiss. He placed one hand on your hip and tried to guide you to the stairs. You began to freak out and look around for help.
Before Brent could get you any closer to the stairs, a hand pushed Brent off you. You gasped when Ben stepped in between you and Brent.
“Fuck off man.” Brent growled.
Ben shook his head, “No, buddy. You fuck off.”
Brent closed his hand in a fist. “Fine. You asked for it.”
Brent went to throw a punch and was taken off guard when Ben stepped out of the way and pushed Brent into the nearest table; sending glasses flying.
“Find your own bitch!” Brent yelled as he got balanced again.
Ben punched him in the nose. “That’s my girlfriend, you asshole.”
Brent looked over Ben’s shoulder at you and then back to Ben.
“Yeah… Right.” Brent tried to push Ben out of the way.
One of your friends quickly came over and pulled you away from the scuffle. You watched helplessly as Ben fought.
Finally Brent, with a bloodied lip, arm and jaw, held up his hands in surrender.
“Fine,” he said, “Take your bitch.”
Ben shoved him one last time
“Leave.” He growled.
Brent quickly grabbed his coat and left the bar. The people in the bar clapped and cheered as you embraced Ben.
You sighed in relief and held him tight. “Thank you, but that was terrifying”
Ben pulled back and smirked, “Did you not think I could fight?”
You laughed and hugged him again. “I’m just glad I was proved wrong.”
Ben smiled and kissed you. “Now let’s get back to the party, why don’t we?”
You smiled and grabbed his hand. “Yes. Sounds good to me.”
-Ashley
