you were an extremely confident person, and also competitive. those two normally didn’t work well for you. all of your friends and family hated game nights with you. you thought you’d win anything, but had to refrain sometimes. you had recently just gotten out of a long term relationship, with someone you’d been with from highschool. you’re 22 now. your friends finally convinced you to go out with them to a bar in your town, just to make you a little less miserable. well, they were right. the moment you had some alcohol in your system, you were yourself again. you were just laughing and kidding around, when you saw a group of guys arm wrestling eachother. they seemed to be buddies, but you were intrigued. everyone was trying to beat a specific guy. he seemed to be in his 30s, maybe 40s. no one could beat him, so you made your mission to beat him. you left your friends, strutted up confidently and basically waited in line for a turn. the group of guys parted ways to let you through, and you stepped up infront of the guy. you were a little drunk, so it just made it all the funnier. you just set your arm down on the table infront of him. he looks down at you, and laughs a little.

“you think you can beat me, baby?” he says. his voice is gravelly, but there’s a hint of gentleness behind there. he kept a smile on his face while he spoke.