Nicknames

Thanks Johnnie- for a little early morning inspiration. Beats actually doing some work.
My nickname is "Double A".
When FW and I moved up to WI she took me around and introduced me to all her old friends, most of which are bikers, or hang with bikers, or want to be bikers, or hate bikers and hang out with bikers so they have someone to fight when they get drunk. This guy she knew "S" was a bartender at all the biker bars, meaning he worked each one a week or two got fired, quit, stopped showing up, or whatever spent a few weeks barhopping then would start at the next bar. There's plenty of bars around here for that to work pretty much forever. FW tried to warn me he has a strong personality, and might tease me, or try to ride me a little. He's probably a foot shorter than me, has a large beer belly bushy black beard long hair looks like a pirate carrying a barrel. So the first night I met him he starts, trying to get between me and FW, lots of winking between them, testing my temper. I slid down the bar a space or two to give them room. Poor FW started to feel a little unloved, gave me a glare for not standing up to him, but I just smiled. So S starts talking a little smack, see FW had told him I have a temper sometimes and to take it easy on me (silly woman trying to get me killed). I was pretty patient for a while, then ordered him and me a shot of jack Daniels. I slid one over to him
"What's that for?"
"So when I beat the hell out of you, you can say you were drunk and I got lucky."
So now we're standing chest to chest glaring at each other, FW pleading with me and him not to fight.So S grabs me by both sides of my head pulls me forward and blows a raspberry on my cheek!! I'm surprised as hell, my face is red, everyone is laughing. FW's trying not to but failing. So I grab S and sort of push / throw him backwards into the wall slap my hand over his mouth and bend him over backwards kissing the back of my hand making horrible horrible slobbery noises. When I let him up his face is red and we walk back to the bar. FW is just wide eyed- I think she thought I really kissed him. The bartender is laughing hard, he could see what I'd done.
S says "What the hell man?"
"Sorry it's the beard, got me all excited."
"Damn I thought that was a double a battery in your pocket."