Tonight is the night, as night is a few hours set in, we see a long ass line of people waiting outside of a club. You can feel that it was going to be a good night by the smell in the air. Fortunately, A college kid at the time, Ray Peterson and some of his college friends are nearing the front of the line of the club.



Peterson: Man, this is going to be fun!


Tom: Hell yeah!


Dick: Hey this one is on us.


Harry: Yeah. Especially after scoring 5 Touchdowns yesterday.



At this point in time Ray Peterson played college football. He was a great player, he could've even went pro if he wanted to. Coming off a game where as a runningback and a kick returner, Peterson scored 3 rushing Touchowns and 2 kickoff returns. Tom, Dick, and Harry are three unimportant white teammates from Peterson's college football days. They sucked by the way. Present day, he no longer speaks to them, but they are not the reason why we are here. Hell, only two people really matter in this story. Everyone else is just in the way.




Visiting the past, you alway get those nostalgia feelings. This was no different. As Ray Peterson remembered so much about what he considers to be the one of the greatest days of his life. The un-Straight Edge life of a college student would mean these guys are drinking. And back in the day Ray Peterson was no light weight!



About an hour later...




CHUG!



CHUG!



CHUG!



YEAH!!!



Ray Peterson downing his beer!... All gone! As we see the men have retired to some nearby seats. Ray Peterson is overdrinking all of his friends.




Tom: Petey is a beast!



Dick: Dude can you go one more round?



Harry: I'll go get more!




And that's when it happened. Ray Peterson just happened to look into the direction of a beautiful Goddess. Which seems impossible by how dark it was in the club at the time. Ray Peterson rubbed his eyes like a child in disbelief. How did it seem like she was illuminating? It obviously wasn't just Peterson either, as his friends made comments as well when they seen him looking.



Tom: Look at that pretty number.



Dick: Wow. I'd hit that!



Harry: Here are the drinks!




Ray Peterson couldn't take his eyes off of her. Almost in a trance-like state he excuses himself from the table without any acknowledgement to his friends or his beer. See, he has to go talk to her now or else it will haunt him forever. It's time for Ray Ray to spit some game on the beautiful woman who now notices Ray Peterson possibly walking towards her. They exchange bright smiles.







Just then a much smaller white boy steps in to talk to her when Ray Peterson was just a few more yards away from the red zone. This angers Ray Peterson.



Peterson: This motherfucka right here! Dude if you don't move I'm going to fucking murder you!



Is what Ray Peterson wanted to say. However, what he really did was turn around and head back to his seat. Extremely disappointed at the ultimate missed opportunity, Ray begins to drink harder liquor.




About an hour later...




Over that hour, Ray contemplated every scenario which he could get her away from that fucker. While absolutely ignoring everything his friends were talking about. Ray continues to stalk the sexiest woman he has ever met from his seat. She and asshole were joined by her girlfriends an drinks in that hour of torture for Ray.



Peterson: Ahh forget it!



Just then we see the guy get up an violently grab the forearm of the woman of Ray's dreams. Huge red flag! Also, opportunity time! Ray Peterson sprints over there as if he was on the football field. Even knocking over the security guard who was also heading over there. It was pretty comical to see for the spectators. Peterson gets there, and blocks out the noise of the music, talking, and the hot woman's girlfriends screaming. He confronts the asshole.



Peterson: What the fuck's your problem man?!



Very cool under pressure the slick white guy answers.



Asshole: Nothin'. Who the hell are you?!



Peterson: Your worst fucking nightmare if you ever touch her again!



Shit just got very real very fast.




Asshole: Who do you think you are?! Some tough guy?!



That's when we notice Tom, Dick, and Harry join the scene from all the commotion and open their mouths.



Tom: Tough guy? He's our star runningback!



Dick: Dude benched 450 last week!



Harry: He's a beast!



Peterson starts to roll up the sleeves on his dress shirt because somebody is about to get fucked up! That's when his muscle definition becomes abundantly clear to asshole and everyone else in the club.



Asshole: Alright fuck this. Shes not worth it.




Asshole walks past Peterson towards the exit. He bumps Ray's shoulder in an effort to try to keep some of his dignity , but Peterson doesn't budge and asshole falls backward, effectively losing all of his dignity. He is now escorted out by security. As the commotion goes back to the dancefloor, Ray is in the perfect, yet the most awkward spot. What do you say now?



Peterson: Are you alright?



Mariah: Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you.



Peterson: Well I'm Ray.



Mariah: Mariah. Nice to meet you.



That's when the knocked down security guard taps Ray Peterson on his broad shoulder.



Security: Hey, you have to leave after starting a fight like that!



No! Not now motherfucker! He's in the red zone! Stage 5 Cockblock!



Peterson: Alright. It was nice meeting you too.




That was a blessing in disguise because that is when Ray found out Mariah was just as interested in him as he was in her.



Mariah: You know what? I think I'd better head out too. I don't want to cause anymore bar fights.



Security: Do you need an escort to your car?



Mariah: Yes... Ray, can you please escort me to my car?



Peterson: Sure.



Girlfriend: But you're our ride home Mariah...



That's when Mariah gave her friend a silent "shut up" face. That is when Ray knew she wanted to be with him alone. This is where the nostalgia kicks in.



After they exit, leaving all of their friends behind. That's when they got to talking.



Mariah: So that was really heroic, what you did in there. That guy just wouldn't take no for an answer.



Peterson: Don't worry about that. Are you sure you're okay?



Mariah: Yeah I'm fine. I'm a lot tougher than I look actually.



Peterson: Really?



Mariah: Yeah, don't worry. I can take a beating.



Sexual reference perhaps? or is it just something that came out the wrong way?




Mariah: I'm sure you know all about that, being a runningback.



Peterson: A woman that knows a little something about football?



Mariah: I know enough. So where did you park?



Peterson: I came with my football buddies. Plus, I am in no condition to drive.




Mariah: I can give you a ride if you'd like?



Sexual reference number 2? Nah, just another misinterpretation.



Peterson: Sure. Which car is yours?



Mariah: This black SUV right here.



Mariah points out her car and unlocks it with the button on her keys. As they hop in, Ray makes a cute remark on how petite Mariah is.



Peterson: Isn't this car a little to big for you?



Mariah: Nah, I like mine big, long, and black.



Woah! Alright that is strike Three! That means she must want his D!




Peterson: Cool. We're still talking about cars right?



Mariah: Mmmm I don't know, are we?



Strike four???



Peterson: Can I try something?




MUAH!



Ray kisses Mariah. Incredibly nervous afterwards but it was totally worth it.



Mariah: Wow, and here I was thinking I'd eventually have to throw out the ennuendos and just spell it out for you.



AH-HA! So they were sexual references!




About 30 minutes later...


So after the steamy kiss. The two talk and talk and really connect in Mariah's big black SUV. They have a lot in common and the sexual tension in the car is palpable. Then Mariah parks her SUV in a place that is unfamilar to Ray Peterson.



Peterson: Hey, this isn't where I live.



Mariah: Nope. It's where I live.



Peterson: Ohh!



Mariah: Do you want to see my apartment?



Peterson: Yeah...





Once the two love birds went upstairs. They made passionate love... And also fucked like wild dogs... It was the best sex. A multitude of positions, just flesh on flesh, lots of body heat, and very loud moaning from both Mariah and Ray.




Exactly 3 hours later...




Now we see a ceiling view of both of them in bed with a blanket covering them from Mariah's chest to Ray's lower abdomen. Mariah resting on Ray's bulky chest. His large arm going around her to coress and comfort her. Nostalgia hits again as Ray Peterson feels truely happy in this moment with this person. That is when Mariah looks up and kisses Ray again.



MUAH!



Peterson: Wow, you really can take a beating...



Mariah: Haha yeah... Wanna go again?



Best woman ever!



Peterson: Let's go!



Mariah cutely throws the blanket over them, as if she knew we were watching. After a few seconds of kissing noises and blanket movement the scene fades out.




Exactly 4 more hours later...



Ray Peterson was unable to get any sleep. So he quietly went to the restroom to pee all the beer he had hours ago. He would've peed sooner, but sex always comes first. He thought Mariah fell asleep, until he returned to this sight.






Peterson: Hey. How are you feeling?




Mariah: Exhausted. You?



Peterson: Feeling pretty damn good.



MUAH!



Ray jumps back into bed as the sun begins to rise, realizing he has never been happier than he was at this moment, with this person.




These two currently aren't together now, but that's another story for another day. Right now we'll leave this one at a happy ending.