Sasquatch to the Moon

16: A Little Intoxicated

He smiles and sets his beer down next to Steph and Steph's whiskey, taking the girl's hand and spinning her like some romantic dance, just to pull her into his chest, her eyes alight and stunned. One of his hands stays hooked with hers across her shoulders and the other drops to her hip, telling her something and moving his hips to the side. 

It strikes me after a moment that he's teaching the blonde girl how to grind on him. It strikes me in a cold blow to the back of my head, one of dumbass dumbass dumbass he's not gay he'll never be gay, you're the weird one here. 

I dip my head back down to my bingo sheet, aimlessly crossing off a square I missed, something about Greenie and getting picked up by Jackie. My eyes stay on the sheet for barely a moment before I'm looking back up and watching Rocket's arm resting outward over her shoulder, whispering something into her ear and pointing off toward the other side of the bar. He pats her hip with his hand and then pushes her forward, cheering something over the loud music before turning back to Steph. 

I watch his expression flicker, catching Steph talking to someone else. Some random girl I've never seen before, someone that definitely isn't his girlfriend. 

"Um, hello," I'm startled out of my haze and caught in the look of a petit girl with startlingly green hair. 

"Hi," I respond, confused. 

"Hi? Don't act so shocked," she grins, big sparkling smile. "Listen, big guy, what's your name?" 

"Um, Håkon," I respond, tucking the bingo sheet into my pocket, folded up, alongside the pen I was using. Håkon getting approached by someone was not an option but if it was I might get a bingo. 

"Is that..." she tips her head to the side. "Are you from here? You look..." 

"Swedish." 

"Swedish?" That makes her smile. "I knew you were too tall and pale and all that to be from here. Listen, alright, my buddy over there-" she's pointing in the direction of a group of three. "The hot one with dark curly hair and the little yellow dress on, she's been looking at you and I'm the only extrovert in the group so I've come over here to make her move for her, if you want. She's gonna dig the Switzerland thing." 

I frown, "Sweden." 

"Tom-ay-to tom-ah-to," she shrugs. 

"Sure," the girl she's pointing at is pretty and tall with long legs and dark skin that's shining from some glitter or something of the equivalent under the lights. It's probably some girl magic trick she's pulled but I really don't know. 

"Are you coming?" The girl turns back around to me, offering a hand. 

I swallow. 

"Oh, shit are you in a relationship or something? What are you doing here alone at a bar? You could've said something instead of being shy," she punches my arm. 

I swallow harder, "um, I'm here with my team." 

She frowns, "what team?" 

"The Wolves, I'm here with the Wolves." 

That gets her eyebrows up, "that explains why you're shredded. So are you in a relationship or not? 'Cuz Ava is like, thirsting over you. I mean, I get it, you're like, attractive, not in a traditional way but you're attractive. I don't really know, I'm into girls, if you say that's hot I'm having the bouncer get you out of here, but I get why she thinks you're attractive." 

"It's... you're fine. I don't-"

"Oh, shit, do you not like gi-" 

"Håkon, you look scared," Fen slings his arm over my shoulders, patting my chest. An onlooker wouldn't know any better that he wasn't just picking on me, but I can tell from the tone behind his voice that he's genuinely concerned.