The Werewolf Hunter

Scary Movies

It is another crazy night at the bar. I already have an exam first thing Monday morning and am having to work until 1am every night this weekend, just do a shot and kick it up a notch. 'You got this,' I whisper to myself. Picking up a few plates to bring to one of the frat tables, I spin around and this huge ogre ran straight into me. The man was at least 6'4 with long, curly black hair and a huge build. Plates slid to the ground in slow motion, but in one smooth sweep was saved by a man with shaggy brown hair, golden skin and a smile that makes your knees go weak in an instant. He stands up, handing me the plates and shoves the ogre with his shoulder as he walked out. I was half tempted to follow him, if anything to thank him. But he was gone and my shift wasn't finished. I quickly ran the plates to their respected tables and grabbed more drink orders.

On my way back to the bar, I ran passed golden boy's table and snatched his signed receipts, shoving them into my apron to finish up in just a minute. Once the drink orders were in, I went to the next screen for his bill. Pulling the receipts out of my pocket, my imagination went racing just hoping that maybe, just maybe, he left his phone number. To my dismay, he did not. It's almost as if Mister Perfect was a figment of my imagination. At least he left a decent tip-

“HOLY F*CK” I scream in my mind, as my eyes bulge out of my head. If anyone watched my face change so dramatically and the amount of sweat building up on my forehead, they would've thought I just sh*t my pants. This man left me a $300 tip. Like, WHO DOES THAT?! Why didn't he just leave his number, like a normal guy. Now I feel this urge to owe him something. I don't even know who he is.

After I calmed down for a minute, I chose to accept reality. I am never going to find him, he wanted me to have it so it's mine. If anything it helps finish off my bills for the month. Take the blessing and move on. The hours flew by and I finally am on my way home. 

My apartment complex can get pretty creepy late at night, especially since there is only so much lighting in the parking lot. I just did my usual and put one key in between each of my knuckles, kept my fist down and put some music in my ears to drown everything out. Walking through the front door is always like a breath of fresh air, and locking it always helps my body to relax. Living alone has it's perks but there are downsides of never knowing if you're actually safe or not. Maybe I should just get a dog, but I don't have the time or money right now. I hate working late shifts because I am always pumped full of energy and never sleep.

As I was digging through the cabinets, I found some Ramen to keep my stomach from screaming at me. After heating up the noodles in water, I added some seasoning. I may not know how to cook but girl knew her seasonings. Starting with a few dashes of Rendezvous, a little bit of Cajun and top it off with Creole Italian Seasoning, mix it to perfection.

Plopping on the couch, I fumble with the remote to watch some horror films that I've been waiting to binge for so long. And since it's the weekend, why not start now. The hours pass by and I am 3 films in when my eyes gave over. It isn't uncommon for me to pass out on the couch.