Chapter 3 - Nick
And just like that, I’m in an Irish bar. The biggest, loudest bar I have ever seen in my life.
I literally can’t see the end of it, it just stretches on and on into the distance. If Noelle is here it might take me a little time to find her.
I look around for her in the crowd of people and realize that actually she should be easy to find as everyone in here is a leprechaun.
A sea of green floods the tables and bar, leprechauns laughing and drinking and singing and…
oh a lot of them seem to be fucking. But they all appear to be happy and are having a good time in one way or another.
One of them looks at me, grins and pulls up their shirt, flashing me. Up until now I had never considered female leprechauns, but it looks like its a thing. She shakes her tits at me, giggles, and goes back to doing whatever she was doing to the leprechaun under her.
I look around and try to take in all of the stuff going on in the bar.
And then it hits me, like it does every time I end up in one of these dream lands. I’m not sure if it’s something in the air, but I’m horny as hell and instantly hard. Although that could just be me thinking about seeing Noelle.
I make my way over to the bar and I’m surprised to see that the bartender is human. I say that, but he’s huge. Orange hair with a massive beard, muscles rippling everywhere, and emerald-colored eyes.
“Ah, there you are Nick, sit yourself down,” he greets me with a grin. His accent is thick Irish.
He reaches over and knocks some leprechauns off a stool that they were making out rather loudly on.
I sit down and have to duck as a glass flies past my head and a cheer goes up in the bar. Looking round I see a group of leprechauns having some kind of glass-throwing competition.
For a moment I think of my workmates and wonder what they would have thought of this party.
“Drink?” the bartender asks, already pouring some dark liquid into a glass.
“Um, yeah. I’m looking for someone, have you seen…”
“Noelle? No, she’s not here yet. One of our friends went to get her. My name’s Sean, by the way.”
He holds out his hand and I shake it, feeling the power behind it.
“I’m kinda surprised to see another human here,” I say and glance around the bar, just in case Noelle is actually here.
“Yeah, I got stuck here. Kinda sad story, not something I want to bore you with.”
I sip on the drink and it’s delicious, the smoothest stout that I have ever tasted, the warmth from it filling my body.
“No, tell me, I’m interested.”
He sighs and leans against the back counter.
“You know how you and your girl keep meeting up in holiday-themed lands? Same thing happened to me. Every holiday me and Christine would meet and it would be wonderful. Then one Saint Patrick’s Day I got here and…
she just never turned up. One of the leprechauns told me that she just stopped believing and when he turned up for her, she walked away.
And without her here, there was no way for me to get back.
So I made the best of a bad situation and became the bartender.
It’s not so bad. Don’t need to eat or drink, never age, as much beer as I want. ”
His story really hit me in the heart. Not only feeling sad for him, but the realization that if Noelle decides that this was all a dream, I might never see her again. I need to talk to her, tell her that this is real and not some flight of fancy.
“How long have you been here?” I ask.
Sean shrugs. “I have no idea. Lets see, it was 1902 when I got here… what year is it now?”
Holy shit. He’s been here for over a century and still looks like he’s in his early twenties.
“How often do you see other humans here?” I ask him.
“Once a year, on Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s nice to get to talk to other people, but they always head off to have sex and quite frankly I don’t blame them. If I had a pretty thing like Noelle turning up, I’d be dragging her into a booth myself.”
I laugh, imagining that Noelle probably wouldn’t mind a handsome Irish giant giving her some attention.
Thinking of Noelle getting attention from another guy surprisingly does not make me jealous or mad, it just gets me hard at the thought of her. I hope she turns up soon cause I want to drag her off and use her hard, yet still have time to talk to her after. I need to make her see that this is real.
“NICK!”
My head snaps round and she’s there, further down the bar. She sees me and tries to get to me as quickly as she can, stepping over drunk or fucking leprechauns.
I look at Sean and he winks, patting me on the shoulder.
“Go to her. There’s an empty booth over in the corner. You should have a little privacy there. Well, as private as this place gets.”
I jump off my seat and make my way over to her and as she throws her arms around me and kisses me hard, all thoughts of talking go from my mind and I just need her, need to be inside her, and I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the booth.