I was casually enjoying a Miller Light on the deck of a bar in Morehead City, North Carolina overlooking the ocean on what happened to be the night of a full moon when she attacked.
She was an approximately 5 Ft. 115 lbs slightly intoxicated brunette and her targets were sitting right next to me. At the top of her lungs she screamed at a girl sharing a drink with another guy “I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THE GUY YOU’RE TALKING TO BEATS HIS GIRLFRIENDS.” Because that’s all I caught word for word, I’ll paraphrase what happened next. The miniature girl continued shrieking that her best friend has a fat lip and a black and blue eye. This guy's date was stunned into shock and the only thing she managed to get out, “I met him 10 minutes ago,” Then the brunette turned her attention on the guy and challenged him to slap her, dared him to touch her in front of more than 100 witnesses.
Somehow the brunette’s friends managed to drag her away and then my ears really perked up. Would this girl stick around to finish her drink with an alleged girlfriend beater? Well, not only did she stay but once asking and hearing the story of why he admittedly slapped his ex (just once) she said, “It sounded like she deserved it.” That was my cue to leave.
On my way back to the hotel room I started to think about all those times I’d happily accepted free beverages from total strangers and it’s true you never really know who is buying you that drink…lesson learned.
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