You walk into the pub slowly, your nervousness making you a bit cautious. You glance around the room trying to match the picture you received, not an easy task when the head was blacked out. A dirty laugh fills the room as you spot a somewhat voluptuous woman sitting at the bar, chortling over something the man beside her must have said. Her t-shirt is stretched tight over her large breasts, her nipples making tiny bumps in the fabric. Wondering, you approach her.
"Alexis?" you ask, your head tilted to one side.
Swiveling my chair to face you I smile, "Hey, how's it goin'." I pull out the chair next to me and you slide in.
"Been here long?" you inquire.
"Nah, maybe 10 minutes," I reply, pointing to my nearly full beer bottle.
"Sam Adams" you tell the bartender as he comes to take your order.
We make idle chatter, "How long have you lived in Cali" "What kind of music do you like," the usual questions people ask of strangers as we both try to discretely check the other out. We laugh as one beer turns into two and somehow our chairs seem to move a little closer. It gets noisier in the bar and you lean over to hear me, your hand resting on my thigh.
"I said, do you think we should go," I repeat, enjoying the warmth of your fingers.
"Sure, yeah, uh, good idea," you say as you push your seat back.
We walk slowly back to the parking lot, stopping at my car.
