Sloppy Hour

     The line is longer than usual. The time is also later than usual. I like to call this the sloppy hour. The bar is open for about 1 more hour and most have had too much drink. I notice 2 guys stumbling out of the bar. The one on the right, we'll call him Sober. Sober was, well... sober. He began to hold up his friend, (let's call him Drunk) because he was drunk. They both began to walk out the doors as if something behind those doors was coming after them. The door opens with a loud slam. Out came 3 more guys. They began to chase after sober and drunkie. Next thing I knew 1 of the 3 guys had drunkie and Sober was fighting off the other 2. The line continued to move and I figured my best bet would be to go inside.
      "ID please and thank you" said the lady at the front entrance. I handed her my ID and she yanked out her sharpie to fill my 2 hands with black permanent marker. I always hated that sharpie. She was young. If I had to guess, she was around my age. She didn't seem excited. Her hair was tangled and her eyeliner was smeared below her eyes. She seemed quite the opposite of excited. She was wearing a short sleeve top with jeans. Her boots really fit the part of her job. I could hear the country music playing in the backround. As I begin to follow the music I am lost in a sea of people. I notice the female to male ratio is uneven.  The girls always cluster. I notice the tables are taken up mainly by girls. This one particular table I am going to call Bored. The Bored table all sit and stare at their feed, scrolling past what is next on instagram. I notice to the left of the bored table is quite the opposite. This table is full of eager girls. They all begin to dance by the table and even on the table. After a couple of minutes most of the eager girls were escorted to the dance floor, while instagram was still instagram.
       She was beautiful. This girl I saw out on the dance floor. She was wearing this short red dress that was about knee high. She looked like she could be the talk of the town. You could tell she made people nervous. There were 3 guys. The first one wasn't very tall. He seemed foreign, and pulled her hand without asking if she would accompany him to the dance floor. She pulled away, and he vanished into the crowd. The next guy was decent. He began to pace behind her as if he was debating whether he would ask her to dance or not. He chose the second option and chose a decent girl instead. The third guy was equally as beautiful, and he knew it. He was a cowboy, confident, and well with his words. Whatever he said to her worked. She followed his lead and continued onto the dance floor for the last song.
It was late. The men began to stumble and fall, while the girls began to clear the dance floor. Mainly because the sloppy hour was over as was the night.