Saving Natasha

PART 70: ARE YOU SURE?

NATASHAS POV

"Can I buy you a drink" a ragged looking drunk guy sat opposite me.

"Sure, but only if you buy my fiancé one too" I turned to look at Steve on the tiny 'dance floor' with a tipsy Evan. 

When I turned around again the creepy guy was gone and I laughed to myself. I ordered and drink from the bartender and sat at the bar, waiting for Steve to come back.

I looked to my left and was greeted by another drunk guy, probably looking for my number.

"Nope" I simply stated, completely ignoring him at first, but when he wouldn't leave I started taking the piss.

"How did you get to be so beautiful?"

"I must've been given your share" I turned away from him, ready for our conversation to end.

"Hahaha youre funny. Can I get your name?" Jeez this guy needs to take a hint and fuck off.

"Why? Dont you already have your own?" He chuckled dryly at me.

"Is this seat empty?" Fine. If youre doing this, I'm going to have some fun with it. Let's play. How many times do I have to reject you before you actually fuck off and leave me alone.

"Yes. And this one will be too if you sit down." He laughed again.

"Hey what's your number doll?" Doll. Is he for real right now.

"Its in the phone book."

"But I dont know your name..."

"That's in the phone book too." He sighed and glanced around the room. This is it. I thought. He's going to leave me alone now. Sheesh took him a while to catch on. A new record. But he just started talking to me again like he had just walked up. Ignoring our previous conversation.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"No, but I'll take your money." I wasn't even looking at him anymore. I faced forward, my fingers brushing over the edge of my glass. Firing out responses to his sleazy pick up lines.

"I looked up beautiful in the thesaurus today. You're name was listed"

"That's funny, I swear I saw your name next to, in your dreams" I gave him a little smile and just straight up turned my back to him. That didnt stop him, he simply walked around me and started talking again

"I know how to please a woman."

"Then please Leave me alone"

"I can tell you want me" he was becoming agitated and you could hear it in his voice. I kept prodding him.

"Yes. You're so right. I want you, to leave. Now. Before I hurt you, or better yet, my fiancée hurts you." I gave him another forced smile. Ready for him to run away at the mention of my fiancée like all the others did.

"O. Sure." He scoffed "come on, would you like to dance?"

"Yes actually. But not with you"

"O come on, lower your standards a little bit. I just did."

"Dude....I'm engaged. Back, off"

"Mmmm sure you are. You know, this is probably the only chance you'll get to get laid tonight. Stop fucking it up you dumb bitch" he moved very close to me. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"O god. You've insulted me. Whatever shall I do. I'll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years" I said dramatically "you know, you've got your entire life to be a jerk, why not take tonight off?" I pushed him back again.

"Because tonight is my first night out since I married my stupid cunt of a wife"

"Oh darling, go buy a brain. You know, you're ass must be pretty jealous about the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth"

"O shut up you dumb bitch. You're worse than my wife, yabbering on."

"O hey. Remember when I asked for your opinion? Yeah. Me either. You know what. Someday youll go far.....and I really hope you'll stay there." I tried once again to leave this conversation but he stepped in front of me blocking my path away. He was persistent.

"Your face must turn a few faces. And that ass must turn a few more." I quickly sat back down again before he tried to touch me.

"And your face must turn a few stomachs. You know....I'm trying my absolute hardest to see things from your point of view here, but I just can't get my head that far up my ass"

He clicked his tongue and shook his head "I should have known this was never going to work. I'm a ten...and you're a bitch"

"......I'm fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten. You know how numbers work right." He suddenly got very angry. Stepping very close to me, his hand grabbing my arm roughly. I pushed it off but not before he had enough time to leave dark red circles there.

Steve appeared beside me.

"Can I help you?"

"Dont even try, she's not worth it. She's hot. But she's a bitch"

He slowly walked away, but not before his eyes travelled down my body. He turned his back and I shivered in disgust.

"You ok?"

"I feel like I was just visually raped"

"Are you sure I cant punch him in the face?"

"Yes."

"What if I just like...broke his nose...just a little?"

"Based on his reaction....you've already verbally assaulted him. How many?"

"Hmmm, how many what? O, its a new record actually, 17. 18 if you include when you showed up and 23 if you count me a) turning to face forward b) straight up turning my back to him and c) literally pushing him away d) ignoring him and e) trying to walk away from him. Are you sure?"

"Natasha. As much as I want to let you. You are not going to punch him. If Tony finds out that you started a bar fight.....yeesh, it would not be pretty" we laughed together and steve pulled me out onto the dance floor with him. I spent the next half hour happily dancing with my fiancée, well, more accurately, laughing at his lack of ability to dance, like, at all.