Bottom Bracket (random fiction)
*note: Just some random fiction I've had in my head for awhile, it's based on debating so please feel free to call me a dork. Yes there will be more to come and please don't freak if the story jumps around a bit.*

If I were a pretentious person I'd begin by calling this particular night crisp and cold, but as a man or boy who likes to cut to the chase I'd call this Friday night fucking freezing. The kind of winter night that makes you cab every distance longer than two blocks in the fear that any prolonged stroll will result in the loss of fingers, toes or other appendages held in high regard by the average male university student. Cities don't get any better than Montreal but a January cold snap can force even the hardy and the dumb to bruise their own ego and stay inside.

"You know when you said 'smoked meat' I thought you were making a really terrible pass at me." Alexa says with a impish smile as she picks up a potato chip and presses it into her mouth. "But I have to say, I am a convert to the religion of Montreal Smoked Meat." She smiles again and brushes a few wayward strands of red hair from her face.
"I make a point of visiting this place every time I'm in town." It's pretty damn obvious to everyone in this all night deli that I am madly in love with this model of female perfection who I've know for all of maybe 3 hours now. "I don't trust smoked meat outside of the city limits of Montreal, I mean if I'm ever in Nebraska I am not going to order New England Clam Chowder, no offense to Nebraska but what do corn farmers know about Clam Chowder?"

I'm trying to hard and probably making an ass out of myself but she gives my ramblings a genuine laugh, so genuine that she almost knocks over her coke. "Well it is a good thing I am not from Nebraska, because if I were I would be tempted to kick you in the shin right now." She finishes her sentence by playing sticking out her tongue at me. "I have something to say." she stirs her coke with her straw and looks me right in the eye. "I think I like you." what the hell, this doesn't usually happen. "Every other conversation I've had tonight has revolved around debating, who did you hit?, are you up two or down two? all the usual debating tournament crap. I hate having the same conversation with five different people all of whom are capable of a true, honest to god, intellectual chat."

We just sat there for about a minute before I reopened the conversation. "Remember these people are debaters, they might be able to have a real conversation, but they will probably disagree with everything you have to say." I smile at my own witty observation, she does the same.
"Your probably right, maybe it is better to just find the one other person like me and grab on to them." I take another bite of my smoked meat sandwich and wonder if luck is finally on my side after years of dreaming of meeting a girl half as great as Alexa. Plus John and I are up two after one day, a clear indication when combined with Alexa that the world is probably coming to an end.

*Remember please that this is a work in progress*