Once we got to my car, I turned and looked at Lily. "Lily, we can't drive there, 'cause if we get too smashed tonight I don't want us to get in a car accident." I said.

"You're right, let me get us an Uber," she said, getting her phone out of her humongous purse. Like really who needs a purse that freaking huge? Serial killers, I thought to myself.

"All right girlie, Uber driver is on their way. Should be here in about fifteen minutes or so. I can't wait to go out celebratin', we're gonna to have so much fun tonight!"she beamed.

I loved Lily especially because she was like a little ball of red sunshine. She was always happy and hardly ever had a bad day. She was the epitome of the perfect person. I loved that about her. She always lifted up my spirits when I was having a bad day. She was the greatest friend anyone could ever have.

I could tell Lily was pretty excited to go drinking, it wasn't too often that we got to go out and make a night out of things. This time was different though, this time it was the last finals we'd ever take, so we needed this night out.

"Okie dokie, artichokie," I smiled as we locked up the apartment and heading downstairs.

We sat on the curb and waited talking with each other, and finally, at exactly fifteen minutes from the time the call was placed, our Uber came. He parked in an empty space right by where we were sitting so we stood up, and walked over to the rear doors of the car. It was a lime green Prius. We got into the back seat and barely shut our doors when he pulled out of the parking spot, rather recklessly I might add, and sped off.

The taxi driver was a young kid in his early twenties, with shaggy, blonde hair and hazel eyes. He probably thought he was a stunt driver rather than an Uber. Either way, it was a frightening experience.

I don't think I was ever more afraid for our lives. The driver got us to our destination in one piece all right, but just barely. He was speeding to the bar the whole time . The ten minute drive was cut in half, and three times I thought we were going to hit something. Never again will I request for an Uber in this town.

"Yo, it'll be like twenty bucks," the kid stated as he held his hand out to me for the cash. I handed him a twenty dollar bill and Lily and I got out of the car. The kid sped out of the parking lot, nearly hitting a group of bikers on his way out.

The 'Sinful Soul's' bar was the only bar that we liked to go to when we went out drinking. Lily and I were both twenty two, but when it was my twenty first birthday we went to this bar to drink. We loved it here. Yeah, there were tons of bar fights, but that was the entertainment at this place. There were no TV's, just fights.

The bar was a medium sized wooden building set up to look like a saloon. They had dark oak swinging doors and the whole outside was paneled with wood. It reminded me of an old cabin on the outside. Right on top of the patio's awning there was a white flashing sign that said 'The Sinful Soul's' right in the center.

As we walked inside, we were greeted by Sal the bartender and owner of the bar. "Hey girls, coming to celebrate your last day of college," he smiled at us.

Being regulars, we became really close with Sal. He was an older man probably late fifties with dark brown hair silvering to the point there was barely any brown left at all. He was short and stout and he had old worn tattoos going up his arms. He had dark brown eyes and faint wrinkles on his face. Whenever he smiled his eyes would crinkle from his slight crow's feet. He was a nice man and we loved him dearly but if anyone tried to mess with his bar, he'd beat them himself. So most of the time they would take it outside if it got too bad.

"Yeah Sal," Lily and I stated in unison. We smiled at each other, then laughed. We did that a lot, either we finished each other's sentences, or we would say things at the same time.

"Did you girls want the usual then?" Sal asked.

"You know it!" I said excitedly. I walked on over to the bar and sat on one of the bar stools. Lily sat on the left side of me and some guy was on my right. Sal made me a Washington Apple and made Lily a pink Cadillac.

It was a pretty big bar. There were various biker memorabilia from different clubs, and charters all over the walls. There were motorcycle pictures and paintings around the room. The booths were red and black and the tables were the same oak color as the outside. In the middle was a dance floor, the floors were a black tile and the walls were a maroon red. The bar stools were lined up in a color pattern. One was black one was red and so on so forth. The bar itself was dark oak topped with a shellac. It was nice and clean but still held a sense of rough, ruggedness. Sal had a ton of variety of alcohol behind the bar, anything from whiskey to beer on tap. He always kept it well stocked. He never ran out of anything. The place was always hopping; mostly with bikers, but there were other patrons as well.

"Hey sexy, how about a drink?" Some jerk quarterback type asked me.

"Shove off," I stated, wheeling my seat around to face him.

"Someone is a little feisty. Come on, babe, just a drink," he insisted.

"Hey, bub, the lady said to buzz off, so why don't you turn around and go back to where you came," the guy that was sitting to my right said. I hadn't  really looked at him, but I definitely regret not doing so before, because frankly the man was hot.

"Stay out of this, biker slum," quarterback guy spat. Clearly he had already drunk too much if he thought he could fight off this biker. The jock was about six feet tall and had short, spiky, brown hair. He had brown eyes and he really wasn't that attractive to me. Especially with that cocky attitude of his. The biker on the other hand, well, he was drop dead gorgeous. At least to me, but then again, I had a soft spot for the bad boys with beards and tattoos. He stood at least 6'5, he had shoulder length jet black hair and piercing straight-into-your-soul gray eyes. He was muscled, but slender and he had bright colorful tattoos all over his body. Well, what was showing at least.

His dark menacing glare was enough to scare even the toughest of bikers in the place. It was like he was staring daggers into the lowlife's body, but the guy was too drunk to care, I guess. The jock was wearing a football jersey and jeans, ironically. The biker on the other-hand, was wearing black jeans, biker boots, and his leather cut that said 'Satan's Rider's' in bold white lettering with Louisiana on the bottom in white. In the center, was a muscled and very detailed red devil with horns and the signature devil mustache and pointed beard combo. The front of his vest had a VP patch and his roadie name, 'Bonecracker.'

"That's it, motherfucker," Bonecracker turned to Sal. "Don't worry Sal, I'll mess this dude up outside," he turned his head around and glared at the kid. "Let's go, mamas boy, I'll make sure you cry back home to your mommy when I'm done with you," he spat at him. He walked over to the guy and grabbed him by his ears. Yes, his ears. And took him outside on the patio.

Everyone that was in the bar, especially because it was pretty steady inside, ran out to see the fight. Lily and I jumped off our bar-stools and flew to the front entrance. We pushed our way through the crowd till we were up front checking out all the action. Of course, the biker dude was winning the fight, partly because the other guy was drunk and partly because the dude literally sucked at delivering punches. In less than a minute, Bonecracker threw one final punch to the guy's face, knocking him out. We all watched as he fell to the ground. The biker turned around, but not before spitting on the guy, then looked towards the crowd, searching for something. Finally he found what he was looking for. He started walking towards the entrance of the bar, towards me. When he got to me he smiled the most radiant, fully white, smile in the world. God, did he have nice teeth! And those eyes, those big gray eyes!

"Hey, darlin'; you all right?" He asked. I just stared open-mouthed at him, not realizing he was talking to me. It took me a few minutes to answer him when I realized he was talking to me. By then the crowd had gone back inside so it was just him, Lily and me outside.

"Oh yeah thank you, I am fine. Uh, thanks for taking care of that guy for me," I said, pointing to the guy.

"No problem, come on back inside girls, the name's Jonathan but everyone calls me Johnny," he said extending his hand to me and Lily.

"I'm Avery and this is my best friend Lily, nice to meet you." I said gesturing to her and I. We walked back inside with his arms draped over the both of us, and walked back to our spots for some more drinks.