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Anyway, since the author of one of the other writings emailed me to tell me my last writing was a good read, one of my friends called me to let me know he thought it was great, I have been both antagonized and praised on the discussion group... I am kind of enjoying the attention and surprised that people actually think I can write. So... "Adventures in Clubbing" continues...

The following is purely a work of fiction and any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Of course, I could be just saying this so I can get away with describing actual events or people and then claim ignorance. Or maybe... you are just paranoid.

 It's Friday night and Jack knows he is fucked. The tall, lanky GI is not a bad shot, not bad at all. The eight ball is up against the far rail, and the five ball is near the middle of the same end of the table. The GI is lining up his shot... the cue is right in the center of the table. It isn't an easy shot, but this GI dude can make it, he made a few much tougher shots earlier. Jack can see the motherfucker is going to try to put some topspin on the cue. It will keep rolling after it hits the five and roll right over to the far rail where it will be a perfect setup to send the eight ball right into the corner pocket. Jack takes a drag of his Dunhill and sips from his glass of house white wine. Usually he is a beer drinker, but he isn't feeling that great lately, on the tail end of some stomach virus. So, instead of filling up his stomach with all kinds of beer, it seems that he gets less sick by drinking wine instead. It occurred to him on numerous occasions that he might have some kind of drinking problem, but did he care? Not really... after all, he was doing pretty well for himself teaching English in Taejon so far. Although he isn't the most successful guy on earth, he has his own place and his own life. Many times in the past he imagined what his buddies from college were doing back in the states. Maybe some of them found some pretty good jobs, maybe some didn't, but regardless, those losers are still probably living in the same neighborhood they grew up in, or went to college in. Jack had been hanging out in Seoul, Korea, the past few days during his vacation.

 Taejon is some distance from Seoul, not nearly as fun as Seoul either. Jack got to know some guy who lived in Seoul over the Internet on some stupid website and discussion board. The guy is an engineer from Canada or something and works for some Korean company (Jack still can't figure that out... but what the fuck...) and is a pretty cool guy. They met up for a beer a few times in the past, and the last time, the guy told him the next time he wants to visit Seoul, instead of wasting money on a hotel or motel or some shit, Jack could crash at his place. The guy has a spare room and bed so it works out great. Jack had been hanging out in Seoul since Wednesday and planned to go back to Taejon on Sunday. Him and the Engineer had been hanging out the past two days, but tonight the guy has a date with some girl. He told Jack he will just leave the door open and so if he wants to go out and have some fun, he can get in later. "Oh, and man, if you hook up... don't worry, just bring the little playgirl back to my place, I don't care... just wash the sheets, HAHAHAH! Have a good time, ey!" The guy is pretty cool, little bit of an arrogant fucker, but he is funny, so Jack lets him get away with it.

 Everyone is quiet waiting for the GI to take his shot. Jack looks around at the faces surrounding the pool table. It is all your regulars at the Gecko's Bar and Grill, probably one of the better places in Itaewon. Jack had seen the GI before a couple of times... from Pusan or something, (what the fuck he was doing in Seoul Jack doesn't know or care) the guy mentioned it earlier, but Jack wasn't really listening. He seems like a nice enough guy, for a GI, but Jack is annoyed at the fact that this guy is kicking his ass. Jack had played pool all through college and he had gotten damn good, but his game is off tonight. There is a few other people, some Euro-trash, couple of soldiers, English teachers, the times that Jack had been up here and hung out in this bar he had played most all of them before in a friendly game or two. There are a few Korean hotties around; some of them look older than him, pushing 30... probably fairly rich. He isn't interested though... no one special, not like last night...

 He was in the same bar, doing the same thing. Playing one of the Euro-trash. The guy was named Hans, and he wasn't all that bad... the game was pretty even. Jack glanced up from the table and noticed this Korean girl sitting by herself. Tight jeans, button down shirt, glasses. She looked kind of sophisticated, mid-twenties, but Jack really wondered what she was doing in the Gecko's club drinking by herself on a Thursday night. Oh, who the hell was she fooling... he knew damn well what she was doing. She noticed him looking and smiled. Jack smiled back and got back to his game. His rhythm was now totally off and he managed to fuck up the shot. The smug Euro-Trash motherfucker got this big smile on his face and said, "Jack, what happened?" "Who knows Hans... I guess I haven't had enough to drink yet." Hans managed to sink one, then fucked it all up. He smiled at Jack, "It all you man." Some drunken French guy stumbled up to the pool table, probably wanting to play... he mumbled something in French that Jack didn't understand. He then said something else which Jack did catch, "Parlez vous Francais?" Jack remembered some stuff he learned in High School (wow, 4 years of French is actually good for something), "Je etudie Francais pour quartre ans, mais je parle Francais tres mal. Parlez vous Englais?" The guy responded, "Ahh, are you American?" "Yes, I am American, do you wanna play? Put your name on the board." The guy glanced to his right and then got the picture... "Oh OK... thank you." Only a few more balls left on the table.

 She was now staring at Jack. He glanced up a few times and smiled... she smiled back. One more ball was left and then it was just the eight. She was still staring; he couldn't help imaging what she looked like naked. *Crack* Only the eight was left... easy shot, Hans had sunk all his balls already too. He couldn't miss this one... it was the game. "Eight ball, corner pocket." Hans nodded approvingly. Lined up, looked good... *crack*. It was going... going... "FUCK!" It stopped just short of the pocket. "Good game, Jack... tough break." "Thanks Hans, maybe next time." They exchanged firm handshakes; Jack turned to grab his stuff and headed back to his seat at the bar. Hans knocked the eight ball in one-handed.  The hottie was now walking towards him. Jack smiled... she said, "you play really well... just luck is bad." Jack replied, "You are sweet, can I buy you a drink?" Her- "Oh, you are really smooth." Jack- "you too, are you alone?" Her- "Yes." Jack- "where are you sitting?" Her- "over there." Jack- "Can I join you?" Her- "Sure."

 She was not bad looking at all. Pretty cute, but had a spectacular body, tall, long legs, nice round ass, and her breasts were damn near bursting out of her shirt. She was getting a bit drunk... so much the better. They made some small talk for a little while... "Where are you from?" "What's your name?" just the typical garbage. Then the question, "do you have girlfriend?" Jack thought he'd go with the sarcastic, arrogant, brutally honest approach (his favorite), "Yah, I got a few of them, how about you?" She laughed, "Hahaha, I don't have any lover right now." He wondered, "right now? Or she hasn't found one for the night yet?" Jack thought, "Don't say it... ahh fuck it." He blurted out, "right now? Or you haven't found one for the night yet?" She replied, "I don't have one right now." Jack thought, "Bullshit." The Engineer and his girl were making out two tables over. The same GI was there that Thursday night too, Jack glanced in his direction, some obvious slut that can't get enough of foreigners was hanging all over him. That bastard was almost as bad as Jack himself. Jack could remember the guy bringing quite a few different girls in the Gecko's to cheer for him when he won, or console him when he got his ass kicked.

 Her name was Candy, well her English nickname anyway. "Cute name," Jack thought. He asked what her Korean name was... she told him, and then he forgot about 5 minutes later. "Look at them over there Jack," she motioned to the Engineer and his girl two tables over, "I like watching couple, it so sexy. So beautiful to watch couple kissing." She was moving closer to Jack as she was talking. "Yah... I guess it's cool." "Yes, I like watching kiss," she moved closer, "and hug, and touching." Candy was making her intentions pretty obvious and it wasn't long before they were also lip locked. "I never kiss man in public before." Jack couldn't help but laugh a little to himself, "yah, right" he thought.

 Eventually, the Engineer and his girl got bored of fooling around. They stumbled over to Candy and Jack... "Hey Buddy, I see you're having fun, lets have some drinks, ey!" It wasn't long before all four of them were getting pretty hammered.

 "Jack, your turn!" "OK, Hans, coming... Candy, I'll be back sweetie." She smiled, "don't worry, I next on other table." Jack was in no condition to play... its rough playing pool when you are getting drunk and paying more attention to an ass like Candy's then whether or not your shot is lined up correctly. Hans managed to stomp him pretty badly this time around. "Good game Hans." "You too man... talk to you later."

 By this time, Candy was already up on the other table. Jack walked over to check out her and the game. Just as he made his way over there, Candy had just finished fucking up an easy shot. She made some kind of high-pitched whining noise and came running over to Jack for a hug, kiss, and some condolences. She proudly exclaimed that the bet of the game was that if she lost, she had to go home with the guy she was playing instead of Jack. Jack wasn't worried... the guy was some fat, ugly French dude, probably some businessman, and older than both her and Jack combined. Besides, while the guy was shooting Candy was sure to remain pressed as closely as possible to Jack. The French dude WAS winning though.

 He was down to the eight ball... Candy was getting killed. He scratched on the eight. Candy won! She had come running over to Jack and gave him a big hug and had stuck her tongue down his throat. Jack smiled and said, "let's go." Candy didn't complain. Hans passed by and told Jack to take care. Hans looked at Candy, smiled sarcastically and said, "Take care of him tonight Candy, he's a good guy." "Smug motherfucker," was the first thing that came to Jack's mind.

 Jack and Candy wandered over to where the Engineer and his girl were. They were both ready to leave too. It wasn't that late but it was time to head back, the 2 couples had some other kind of fun in mind. They stumbled outside and made it to the main road. Jack lit up a cigarette while Candy was hanging all over him, "I wonder when they are going to finish that fucking subway stop?" The Engineer was too busy fondling his girl to answer. The GI rushed out past them, "Later Jack, I am going back to my hotel!" "Hotel? GI's live in hotels? What the fuck? Don't you have a base or something man?" The guy didn't give much of a reply, "Man... I'll talk to you later, I got work tomorrow." He dragged himself and the little slut he was with across the street to the Hamilton. Jack and his friends flagged a cab and headed back to the Engineer's apartment.
 The four of them had burst into the door of the Engineer's apartment; he had damn near had his girl's shirt off before he had gotten into his own room... "Later, Jack... see you in the morning." He slammed the door to his room and the giggles and squeals of his girl were pretty audible. Jack turned to Candy, and they started kissing some more. "You want something to drink?" Candy replied, "Water please." Jack got a glass for both of them and they went into the spare bedroom. As he imagined she was a pretty wild one. They had barely gotten in the door and she had his pants down kissing him and licking him everywhere she could think of. They had sex most of the night, Jack had woken up the next day and she was gone. He had found a tissue next to the bed with a number on it and the phrase, "Having good dream."

 *Crack* Going, going... gone, the GI makes the shot. Jack glances away from the table only to hear the GI exclaim, "dammit!" and the onlookers reply, "awww..." Jack turns back... the GI had scratched. Still... the eight is up against the far rail, he has to make a bank shot to the other corner, not an easy shot. Jack does his best to line it up right. The GI just leans up against the wall and sips on some draft beer while smoking a Marlboro Light. *Silence* *crack* off the rail, and it's in! Jack barely notices the "ohhs" and "ahhs" from the spectators as he manages to surprise himself. "Good game man." "You too, Jack." Some other Euro-Trash guy comes by and starts racking them up.

Jack can't help but wonder where that girl Angel is. Angel is her English name; Jack was bad with Korean names and naturally, couldn't remember. She was supposed to come to Itaewon and meet him at some Japanese restaurant for dinner about 2 hours ago. Jack finally gave up one hour ago and went to Burger King himself, which was when he called her. "I very sorry, Jack, I am still work. Meet later?" Jack said sure... but he didn't think "later" meant this much later. He had already promised So-Young he would meet her one-hour from now. He figured he could pull it off, meet Angel for dinner, and then meet So-Young later on and go home with her, but now, it is going to be hard to pull off. He likes So-Young better anyway, and besides she is moving to California to study in a few days. It is probably the last chance they have to meet for about a year, unless Jack decides to go home on vacation, which he isn't planning on. He thinks to himself, "How fucking ironic, she is moving to damn LA, and I lived almost my whole life in the suburbs of LA." "I meet her here in Korea, I have to stay in Korea because of my job, and she is moving to my home town." He figures it is no big deal... there are more where that came from. Besides, he will see her again.

Jack's cell phone goes off... "Hello? Now me at Gecko's." It is Angel. She is over by the bar. Jack tells the guy to go ahead and break. "Where have you been?" "Yah, I sorry, you know." Jack has to think fast... one hour till So-Young is supposed to meet him here, in the Gecko's... what can he say? He decides to say fuck it and tell the truth.

"Look Angel, I don't want to make you upset... but I have to meet another friend here in an hour, and you can't be here..."

TO BE CONTINUED...

DISCLAIMER: I don't mind Europeans at all... If anyone is offended by the use of the word, "Euro-Trash," please forgive me.