My friends force me to go to a bar. It's a Saturday night and I could be doing better things that hanging out in a nasty bar with drunk guys hitting on you every 10 minutes. I'm sitting next to my best friend, Bridget, whi made me come. There are others with us, but I don't talk to them so why should I start now. Just as I'm about to call it a night and leave, a few familiar faces walk through the door. I'm the only one of the people sitting here to watch hockey, so I'm the only one that recognizes them. It is Brandon Bollig and Andrew Shaw. They scan the place, probably looking for a girl to take home. No one else seems to realize who am they are. Another drunk guy comes up and says a cheesy pick up line, which I only half listen to. I tell the guy no, I'm not looking to spend the next night in the bed of a stranger. He doesn't leave and keeps talking. I just stare at Andrew and Brandon as they walk around, testing the place out. They see me staring at them and start to walk over. I tell the mumbling drunken man to leave me alone. He doesn't, but that doesn't mean I can't beat the shit out of him. The drunken man tries to touch me and I grab his head and slam it on the table. I get up and walkaway like nothing happened. I look iover at Andrew and Brandon and they are laughing their asses off while everyone else tries to help the drunken man. Brandon walks over to me and says him and Andrew want to talk with me. I follow Brandon to a booth that Andrew is already sitting in. I sit across from Andrew and Brandon slides in next to me. We talk about all the things we have in common and they jeep bringing up me slamming that drunken mans face on the table. I feel embarrassed for it, but the guy shouldn't have tried to touch me. Brandon and Andrew ask for my number because one day they want to hang out with me. I give it to them. They ask my name. "Allison. But just call me Alli. That's what everyone else calls me." This is how you make friends.