Steve was looking forward to a night our with his mates, Jill was away with work for a few days, and their daughter Alexandra was at work in town. He was a little late getting to the Crown but there was already a pint waiting on the bar for him, his group of four friends were already well oiled, having been enjoying the delights of town earlier in the evening.
The conversation descended into the usual barroom banter, on football, darts, wives and women.
"You all have a good time earlier?" Steve asked.
There was a pause in the general banter as the four friends looked sheepishly at each other.
"Come on what happened, you get barred or thrown out of some pub?" asked Steve.
"Not exactly, no we weren't chucked out of anywhere. It was more of the surprise of seeing people out of context, in a situation we didn't expect," Bob, the usual pack leader, answered in almost a whisper.
"Come on explain yourselves, it can't be that bad."
"We bumped into Alex," Dave volunteered.
"Sure, you would, she works as a receptionist in one of the better hotels in town", replied Steve.
"Not exactly, Steve," responded Dave, "we went to Demons early doors, as we all had late passes for tonight."
"That's where we met Alex," interjected Ken, "it was her turn on reception we found out later. Fuck she looked stunning, sorry didn't mean to say that but she did."
"Come on we were all gob-smacked by how she was done-up and dressed, she looked a real hotty, and man what a tight body", crudely commented Brian.
Steve was himself now gob smacked as he listened to more comments as another round of beer lubricated everyone's tongues and their descriptions became more graphic.