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big gulps to cool her mouth.
“I don’t know how you can drink that stuff.”
“I guess it’s an acquired taste.”
She finished her beer and looked around. “Where is the restroom?”
“In the back by the pool tables.”
She got up and wobbled a little bit, holding on to the table. “Whoa.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I will be fine in a minute. I think that shot just snuck up on me.” She giggled and slowly walked to the restrooms. I watched her as she swayed, and the outline of her ass in her blue jeans made my dick hard.
While I waited for her to return, I kept a close eye on the bathroom doors. It was getting late, and the crowd was thinning as couples paired off and left for their private after parties.
Suzie
I excused myself and headed to the ladies’ room. The only downside of beer—once that bladder threshold was crossed it made for frequent trips to the bathroom. As I turned the corner at the end of the bar, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen and Bill’s face flashed on the lock screen. He hadn’t called me or contacted all weekend and now he was calling. I clicked the power button on the side to stop the vibrate and shoved my phone back in my pocket. I couldn’t look at his face on my caller ID. Seconds later, my phone vibrated with a text message from Bill.
Bill: I will find you. This isn’t over.
I hurried to the bathroom and found an empty stall. I tugged down my pants and sat down and placed my head between my legs trying to suppress the urge to throw up. I wasn’t drunk, and his call was surely a buzzkill. Anxiety made my stomach lurch and tumble. I knew I was not even in the same state, but somehow, cell phones removed distance and made everyone accessible.
I sat there for a few more moments as I calmed myself long after my small bladder was empty. I cleaned myself up and righted my clothes, stepping out to the sinks. The beads of cold sweat glistened my face and neck, so I splashed some cool water on my face and dabbed it dry with a towel. I did a few twists in front of the mirror, checking my appearance before returning out to the bar to Max.
When I got back outside, I noticed the crowd had thinned out considerably . I wonder what time bars close around here. It was a small town, not a big city like Dallas or Houston, so it wouldn’t surprise me if things closed earlier, especially since it was a weeknight.
Max was still seated at our table in the corner of the bar and he was attempting to peel the label off the bottle of Jameson in one pass. He looked so intent on his task, and I watched him for a moment as he patiently dragged the condensation from the side of my glass, dampening the label and slowly prying it off the bottle.
His head popped up, and his eyes locked on mine catching me staring at him. The same concentration he gave the label, he gave me, boring his eyes into me. My stomach flipped again nervously, but unlike the sick feeling of Bill’s face on my phone screen, it was nervous anticipation of possibilities. Max intrigued me. He stuck out like a blue spiked thumb. He was a beautiful peacock in a sea of camouflage.
Suzie emerged from the restroom and stood there in some kind of a trance staring at me. Maybe the second shot of Jameson was a bad idea. I rushed to her side afraid she might fall over.
“Are you okay?” I asked. She looked a little pale and it worried me. I really shouldn’t have had her do shots with me. She was probably a lightweight and couldn’t handle liquor. Gosh, I was an ass.
“Yeah, I’m fine. So what time is last call around here?” He glanced down at his watch and looked back up.
“Not until midnight tonight. Why, are you ready to go?”
“I was wondering. It seems like most have already left.”
“Yeah, they probably have work tomorrow. I have work tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to keep you; I will walk home.”
“Don’t be silly. I will give you a ride. There
“I don’t know how you can drink that stuff.”
“I guess it’s an acquired taste.”
She finished her beer and looked around. “Where is the restroom?”
“In the back by the pool tables.”
She got up and wobbled a little bit, holding on to the table. “Whoa.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I will be fine in a minute. I think that shot just snuck up on me.” She giggled and slowly walked to the restrooms. I watched her as she swayed, and the outline of her ass in her blue jeans made my dick hard.
While I waited for her to return, I kept a close eye on the bathroom doors. It was getting late, and the crowd was thinning as couples paired off and left for their private after parties.
Suzie
I excused myself and headed to the ladies’ room. The only downside of beer—once that bladder threshold was crossed it made for frequent trips to the bathroom. As I turned the corner at the end of the bar, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the screen and Bill’s face flashed on the lock screen. He hadn’t called me or contacted all weekend and now he was calling. I clicked the power button on the side to stop the vibrate and shoved my phone back in my pocket. I couldn’t look at his face on my caller ID. Seconds later, my phone vibrated with a text message from Bill.
Bill: I will find you. This isn’t over.
I hurried to the bathroom and found an empty stall. I tugged down my pants and sat down and placed my head between my legs trying to suppress the urge to throw up. I wasn’t drunk, and his call was surely a buzzkill. Anxiety made my stomach lurch and tumble. I knew I was not even in the same state, but somehow, cell phones removed distance and made everyone accessible.
I sat there for a few more moments as I calmed myself long after my small bladder was empty. I cleaned myself up and righted my clothes, stepping out to the sinks. The beads of cold sweat glistened my face and neck, so I splashed some cool water on my face and dabbed it dry with a towel. I did a few twists in front of the mirror, checking my appearance before returning out to the bar to Max.
When I got back outside, I noticed the crowd had thinned out considerably . I wonder what time bars close around here. It was a small town, not a big city like Dallas or Houston, so it wouldn’t surprise me if things closed earlier, especially since it was a weeknight.
Max was still seated at our table in the corner of the bar and he was attempting to peel the label off the bottle of Jameson in one pass. He looked so intent on his task, and I watched him for a moment as he patiently dragged the condensation from the side of my glass, dampening the label and slowly prying it off the bottle.
His head popped up, and his eyes locked on mine catching me staring at him. The same concentration he gave the label, he gave me, boring his eyes into me. My stomach flipped again nervously, but unlike the sick feeling of Bill’s face on my phone screen, it was nervous anticipation of possibilities. Max intrigued me. He stuck out like a blue spiked thumb. He was a beautiful peacock in a sea of camouflage.
Suzie emerged from the restroom and stood there in some kind of a trance staring at me. Maybe the second shot of Jameson was a bad idea. I rushed to her side afraid she might fall over.
“Are you okay?” I asked. She looked a little pale and it worried me. I really shouldn’t have had her do shots with me. She was probably a lightweight and couldn’t handle liquor. Gosh, I was an ass.
“Yeah, I’m fine. So what time is last call around here?” He glanced down at his watch and looked back up.
“Not until midnight tonight. Why, are you ready to go?”
“I was wondering. It seems like most have already left.”
“Yeah, they probably have work tomorrow. I have work tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to keep you; I will walk home.”
“Don’t be silly. I will give you a ride. There
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