Life is not a dream

The integration

Since we always arrived very early at the bar we could choose our table without any problem. So we always went for the table at the bottom of the bar near the door with a privileged view to the whole bar and also to the door. We studied all those who came in and noticed some frequent groups just as we were becoming.

One of the groups differed from all the others not only by their number, but also by the diversity and friendship with the bar staff.

Our constant presence was noticed by both the bar staff and the main group. After all, we were two young women who were always present every Saturday from the beginning to the end of all that fun.  All the other groups desperately wanted to belong to that huge group that was almost like a family. By the way, that's exactly what they were, a huge family of friends.

Our first friendship was with one of the small groups that just as we ended up joining the "family" of the bar. It was a small group of four boys between the ages of sixteen and twenty-two. They couldn't be more different.  The youngest would be Markus, only sixteen. The typical kid of his generation. Eyes and light brown hair and with a slightly and purposely disheveled hairstyle that made its angelic air stand out, which at that time was what attracted me most to a boy. Then it would be Frank with his nineteen years. Dark brown eyes and hair and a very slim body. Despite being the least charming of the group his fun, eccentric and funny personality stood out in the group.

The other two members were the "men" of the group and also the most attractive. Twenty-one-year-old Sean had dark, almost black eyes and hair. Hir hair was very well arranged, he dressed very stylishly and hir body was toned, but not too much to stand out immediately, but hir biggest attractions were undoubtedly hir penetrating look that seemed to invade our soul and the aroma that radiated.

Michael was the oldest and also the most attractive of the group. He was twenty-two years old and brown chocolate eyes. His body was muscular and his stylish and very tight clothes made his muscles stand out. He had a naughty smile that drove any woman in the bar crazy no matter how old she was. It was impossible not to notice him. When he came in and went to his table, all the women looked and sighed. It was very funny to see.

When we first met this group, Sean wasn't there. His work did not allow him to be present at all times.

They had already noticed the two young women who always sat alone at the bottom of the bar timidly and without cheerleading to support us when we were going to sing. One night they decided to become our cheerleader and just like that when one of us was going to sing they would start clapping, whistling and shouting words of support.  The first to sing was my sister. She didn't know how to react to all that support and timidly ran to her place at the end of her song.

We looked at each other in disbelief and didn't realize what was going on. We had noticed them (it was impossible not to) but we had never even spoken or anything. After a few good laughs we decided to react with them in the same way and then when it was their turn to sing we did exactly like them. We applauded and shouted words of support mixed with a few whistles.

As you can imagine, it didn't stop there. Every night each of us sang at least two songs and every time the reactions were the same. The rest of the bar ended up infected with our joke and laughed a lot.

Before the night was over, they went to our table and officially introduced themselves.

It was a memorable evening and the beginning of a great friendship.

The week went too slow. After all that excitement we were very anxious for Saturday again to meet with that group of crazy guys and continue with the game.

The weekend came and we headed to the bar as usual, but this time with added anxiety. We were always the first “habitues” to arrive. As we always choose our table from the bottom and there we are attentive to all who entered. Our privileged position forced everyone to pass us by and so no one escaped us.

This time the group came full, Sean was present, but none of his friends were willing to introduce us. He was the first to address the table and did not notice his friends to greet us. As usual they sat at the front table. After a while begins the karaoke and our joke too. Sean was totally apart from what was going on. You could tell in his face that he couldn't understand what all that enthusiasm was. His friends must have explained to him because out of nowhere he gets up and heads to our table to introduce himself.

As he approached I couldn't help but notice his penetrating gaze and I felt a little nervous.  He carefully approached and very sweetly in his voice spoke to us.

- "Since my friends don't introduce me, I took the liberty of doing so. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Sean." - He said extending his hand to my sister.

- "I'm Bette. It's very nice to meet you." - My sister said as her hand met Sean's. Like a real gentleman put a gentle kiss on Bette's hand.

Seeing that my heart stopped. Wow, what was that. Suddenly my whole body shuddered when his gaze turned to mine. Our eyes met and suddenly it was as if everything and everyone around us disappeared and for a moment I felt his gaze penetrate deep into my soul. I couldn't help feeling n***d in front of him. I froze. With a little elbow from my sister I came down to earth and noticed his hand outstretched to me.

- "Hummm. I'm Tiffany." - I was able to say with a trembling voice as I stretched out my hand. His kiss on my hand was soft and warm and clear, once again a shiver invaded my body.

- "Very nice to meet you." - Sean said slowly dropping his hand as he headed for his seat.

It was hard to take the rest of the night. My head kept thinking about everything that had happened and of course my immense imagination led me straight to one of my romantic fantasies.

The week went even slower as my little head assased the imagination and created all sorts of fantasies about Sean. How could that man had goten so much in me. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before.

Again Saturday came and I couldn't wait until I was at the bar again and saw that man who made me hallucinate.

- "Tonight promises." - I suspected as I entered the bar.

Actually, you were right. When we tried to go to our usual table we were stopped by the staff who guided us to the usual places of the "family". We couldn't believe it. Intrigued we asked what was going on and the karaoke host Francis, a very funny man with a sense of humor out of series explained to us that we would belong to the "family". We were perplexed. A lot of customers wanted to be in that group, but it wasn't easy to get in. Apparently we weren't the only ones watching. We were also being watched.

The group was coming and we were welcomed by everyone with great affection. To our surprise we were not the only ones to be integrated into the "family".

Also "the boys" were part of the group. My heart speeded up when I saw them sitting down.