I flip my phone around in my hand unsure of how I should start the conversation. I haven't tried to pick up a girl for a while, I just haven't been interested. To be honest I was questioning my questioning my sexuality for a while. I punch in the numbers slowly stalling just a little bit. I'll just be nice. Tell her I don't have plans and the house sounds nice.
-Ring- -Ring- -Ring-
"Hello?" Andy mumbles into the phone making my heart skip a beat only annoyingly.
"Hey, it's Zack. The guy who took your picture." I let out a nervous chuckle. Wow Zackary. Way to not sound creepy.
"Oh yeah, what's up?" She continues to sound groggy,
"Well I don't have plans tomorrow and you told me about that abandoned German house.... Thing. I'd really like to check it out."
"Do you want the address or something?" I hear a faint shuffle and a deep male voice,
"What the fuck are you doing Andy. Get your ass out there."
"Yeah. I'll be right there." She sighs, "I'll call you back. I have to go, maybe I'll talk to you tomorrow." The line goes dead and I'm left on the couch with nothing accomplished.
-Andy-
I stare at myself in the mirror. I can't tell if I'm lucky to have gotten this job. A bartender in a German pub. A tourist trap with traditional German decorating and for the night shift, cornrow braids and short German themed costumes you might find in a Halloween store back home in America. I came to Germany to visit family and I met a boy. I fell in love with him and he and I got an apartment not far from here. I got a job working for a music magazine and one day I came home to find all of his things gone. I haven't seen him since he left. The magazine shut down several weeks later and I was left with no job an an apartment I couldn't afford. I got a job here. Moved in with my aunt, and I've been saving for my own place for a while now.
"ANDY!" Jakob my manager shouts at me. I make my way to the bar and start waiting on the host of middle-aged couples who are trying to regain their spark. Groups of local boys who don't bother to try to hide their blatant gawking at my breasts. Hundreds of people go in and out of the bar in one night.
"How can I help you boys?" I smile at the table I just walked up to. A German waitress pointed me over here because of the language barrier.
"Why don't you tell me?" A skinny boy with a blonde streak in his hair leans against a table there are three other guys with him one with Carmel hair and a terrible need to shave. An Italian looking guy with a grin way to wide. The last guy with black hair and a lip ring.
"Ill grab you guys some Krombacher then. That is assuming you want some classic German beer." I can't help but smirk at the guys the Carmel haired one and the Italian guy don't look like they'd be the kind to hang out with the guy with a lip piercing and the one with the blonde streak.
"Will it get me drunk?" The Italian guy looks at me with a serious expression, I grin at him,
"I'll get those for you." I wiggle my eyebrows at the guys and turn walking away. I hear a faint whistle from behind me. I get back to the table and set down the tray.
"My names Andy. Once you get done with those see who can call my attention first to get a re-fill."
"Jack you got this." The guy with the lip ring chuckles and bumps the guy with the blonde streak.
"Bitch please." The Carmel haired guy laughs and takes a drink from his glass,
"Just let Vegas show you how Vinny does it." The Italian guy laughs. I back away slowly competitive drinking. Oh gosh.

Notes

Hey you guys I know this is a short chapter but, my excuse is that I've been having some computer issues. The power chord broke so its left with 1% battery power /).(\ we're getting a new one and hopefully this story will be update more frequently.