Going with the Holiday spirit, I intended to chill you to the bone. This story is 100% true and 100% terrifying. Get under the covers and lock door for you are about to dive into one of my many Halloween Horror Stories from the Bar!!!

It was a chilly October night in '07 when an unlikely crowd of punks rolled up to the local bar for a couple buds and perhaps a couple buts. My buddies and I, confident in our button down shrits and straight-cut jeans step up the to bar and nervously order our usual five Irish car bombs (We now call that a Jihad). After we throw those back we decide to chill out with individual miller lights. We mingle and joke and it looks like the night will end in high spirits. The kind of night where you don't think you will hook up but you still feel like it was worth the hike to get drunk.

The lady hunt is on! We span the bar for attractive girls we have shared eye contact with in various classes. I see a girl i recognize at the bar waiting for a drink...alone...perfect. I do the cliche tap-one-shoulder-and-be-on-the-other-side-of-you trick or as its more commonly known, The TOSABOTOSOY.

"Hey Jessica right?" I lie, I know its Jessica, I even know her last name. Also, I have practiced the inflection of my tone all night.

"Oh hey! John?"

"Yeah...so...Global Emergence is beat right?"

The small talk dwindles as expected. I look to my left and see a man I have never met before in my life. He is foreign which I can tell from his accent. He is also foggy drunk like me. He saves me by saying the most clutch thing any guy can say to a girl.

"Yo! I will give you five bucks to make out with my buddy here!"

Jessica and I share a look and both simultaneously shrug. She, I repeat she, goes in for the kill. The kiss was 89% tongue, I will say that I am unsure whether our lips even touched. While "kissing" I notice the taste, saltier than anything you can find at the ballpark. It was like she had just eaten something really hot and the only thing around her to neutralize the burn was 50 packets of mustard. 

What could make her mouth taste so bad? They do not serve food at this hour...everybody around me is drinking either beer or fruity drinks, no Tequila shots...and why is that guy next to me smiling?...Wait...She f***ing gave that guy a blowjay and then made out with me!!!!

Now I am no scientist, I also gave never tasted semen. But I will swear to you Collegeotr readers, I believe that I experienced a rainbow kiss that night. Only instead of my own seed, it was another mans seed. A foreign mans seed.

I hope that tale made you quiver with fear. Join me tomorrow for another tale of happy hour spooks in Halloween Horror stories from the Bar: The Bloodstain Cordery.