Bottoms Up

Sam

It wasn't long until we got to the restaurant Russell's sponsor had invited us to. We parked the car and made our way inside. It was Saturday night, and the place was pretty busy.

People were sitting everywhere, with loud music going off; waiters and waitresses going from one place to the other holding either tray of food or drinks.

The bar in the middle of the restaurant was also packed, playing the football game before the big Rose Bowl game to kick off the new year. Everyone at the bar was attentive to the game as they chugged down on beers and ate appetizers.

Russell placed his hand on the small of my back, leading me toward the hostess. It was a young girl with blonde hair done in a nest bun, and pretty makeup was done naturally on her fair-skinned face, with long lashes masked in mascara. She wore the restaurant's shirt with black fitted jeans.

She smiles seeing Russell and I near, placing her pen down. "Hi there, welcome to the patio at Rudy's how many are with your par