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</div><br/>​</div>“Excuse me, but is this seat taken?” Danick Sanheim inquired of the smoking-hot blonde.  She looked at him as he slid into the booth opposite her, cradling his mug of an Imperial IPA.  “Quite the crowd tonight, huh?”  Cocking her head a little lower, she continued to stare at him in silence.  The music at MacGruder’s was loud, but then, it usually was.  Still, she had to have heard him, right?<br/><br/>Near panic and embarrassment, Danick was unable to discern which emotion was at the forefront.  It certainly didn’t help matters when another blonde and a brunette, both equally stunning as his mute booth companion, stood near them.  Expressions of pure disdain rained down on him from the three women.<br/><br/>With reinforcements present and accounted for, the reticent blonde knew how to speak after all.  “I don’t recall saying it was okay for you to sit, dickhead!”  she spewed.  “Who the fuck do you think you are?!”  The pair standing simply sneered at him, as if egging him on to say something.  Anything.  He feebly shrugged, took a healthy pull of his beer, and managed to mutter, “Sorry,” while exiting the booth.  He sadly noticed how now, you couldn’t shut that blonde up, as she jeered after him, “That’s right, just run along, jerk-off!”  Her friends laughed audibly at his retreating form.<br/><br/>I say, damn, he thought.  Did women really need to be so fucking mean?!  She coulda just said<i>no</i>or<i>get lost</i>from the very beginning.  Danick believed, however, that she purposely waited for her friends to return before belittling him.  Why, of course! he bitterly mused.  It’s always better to embarrass someone when friends are around.  The more, the fucking merrier, I guess.<br/><br/>Naturally, all of the booths and tables were occupied with couples or friends enjoying each other’s company.  Had there been a rock nearby, he undoubtedly would have crawled under it right about now.  He turned toward the bar, where a lone, unoccupied stool seemed to beckon to him.  Yeah, right, he paused, I ain’t making that same fuckin’ mistake twice.  It was, after all, a seat.  So, he decided to scout it out for a minute or three.  The last thing he needed tonight was for the woman’s friend to return, hurling insults galore his way.<br/><br/>The woman, however, all but appeared to be alone, while the man on the other side of the stool was clearly into his date for the evening.  Now on his fourth IPA, or was it his fifth, Danick was tired of standing, as he slowly moved to the still-inviting barstool.  Settling in, he neither looked toward the woman nor the man, but at the bartender instead.  With a nod at his near-empty pint glass, the bartender nodded back, already filling another glass of his beloved Imperial IPA.  The blonde’s words and her friends’ looks of contempt still stung, so he decided it’d be best to keep his trap shut.