DDO 2014 Olympics Super combined Round 1: Story Telling.

What do I do? I thougth quickly. I reached into my pockets. I had a pen. This was my lucky day. I scrawled the license plate number onto my hand. JKR 431. She left but now I can track her. I go back into the bar, excited to show my friend this ultimate score. I hold up my hand proudly. "What is that? If it's supposed to be that girls phone number, you're dumber than I thougt. It has letters in it for petes sake," John chides. "No, No! It's the liscense plate number of the cab that she got into. We can track it.," I tell him expectently. "Gawd, I thought it was bad enough when you got tricked, now you tell me you're going to stalk this girl who randomly comes in here, gives you a fake name like Sky and then takes off in a cab. You're off your rocker for real this time." John turns back to the bar. He already has another beer in front of him. "If you want another," he says, "you are going to have to pay for it your self after that stunt you pulled."I'm not taking no for an answer. I start off quickly, before he can interupt me. "Seriously, this could work. All I have to do is call the cab company and ask for a drivers log.""No it won't, they can't give you information like that unless you're the police or have a reason.""I'll call the police and say the car is stolen, or I'll get a job at the cab company and check the log myself. This could really work." I try to explain."Look man, I know you've been desperate to find 'The One' ever since that stripper chick left you, but you are really starting to come off as a creepy stalker. Listen to yourself. All of a sudden some bar wench comes in and you are all over yourself to go James Bond just to... What exactly are you going to do if you do find her? Talk to her? That went over really well. You'll probably end up standing outside her apartment waiting to catch a glimpse of her until you finally do, and then you'll be too scared to even walk by her, and then you'll really be a stalker. I'm not buying it dude. Let it be what it was, a random chance meeting." John stops for a moment to take a dring of his beer, "Hell, I'm surprised that you even had the balls to talk to her in the first place.""OK fine." I rub the scribble off of my hand. Maybe it was a dumb idea. I feel rejected. Not because the girl left so quickly but because John was so quick to shut me down like that. I pull out my car keys. "I'm ready to go, are you coming?" I ask him."Yea, I'm ready." he says. He chugs the rest of his beer then grabs a full one off the bar and starts chugging it too. I look at him in confusion. He takes a break half way through. "I knew you were going be all bummed out so I actually did get you one. But you said you're driving, so I'm in." He's such a jerk, but he makes me laugh. So, the next day, I'm walking up the street to get a cup of frappe smoothie. John is hungover at our apartment, and I kind of have a headache, but I look over and I see Sky standing in the line at McDonalds. She's right flippen there. Looking like a lost child at the plethora of menu items. I didn't have to moonlight as a cabbie. She's right there. I'm not even thinking about it, I just cross the street right there in the middle of the road trying to keep my eye on her in case she moves. It almost gets me run over a couple of times; I'm looking at this girl so hard. She doesn't move, she goes up to the counter, and she starts digging in her purse. Well, she does move, but I can still see her. I cross the parking lot and go in on the drive-thru side, almost getting hit again. She's still digging in her purse. "Hey, Sky!" I call out, startling nearly everyone in the store. I walk up to the counter, pull out my bill fold and tell the girl at the counter I want to add a large coffee to the order. But, before I can pull out my card and pay for it. Sky slams down 38 cents on the counter. "I don't need some guy to pay for my drinks." she says and she walks away. I'm not letting her get away this time. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. "I'm not implying that you did," I say trying to smooth things over. This is a conversation that usually happens at the bar, not the next morning over breakfast. Well, it's technically not breakfast, but who's making up the dating rules anyways. I keep talking. I'm trying to be suave, but I'm sure it's probably a dead on performance from Alladin. "So, about last night, you just came in the bar and left with out saying anything."