taking in the smile from each and every one of the men around the table.
“How’s that leg of yours doing, ma’am?” Wayne leaned out from the seat, touching the woman’s knee. “Pretty bad fall you took there last week. Knee alright?”
A hot wave flashed over the woman’s cheeks and she fanned her face vigorously with her hand.
“Oh, I’ll be alright dear. You take care now, and don’t let Bryce over there fall under the table, or I’ll tell his mother. But if so, at least we have you here Wayne, an EMT and all. And you, Brody. Thank God for you,” She brushed her hand lightly over Brody’s shoulder, grabbed the cane, and wobbled slowly over to the end of the bar where a bachelorette party was slowly forming.
“When are you leaving, Brody?” Wayne asked.
“Why? You need to get laid right now?”
“Maybe.”
“Can you at least let me finish my beer and for the love of god, you better make sure she’s not wasted.”
A few minutes passed by, fingers groped around in the nachos some more, beers were emptied and refilled, then refilled once again, and again. Finally Brody motioned for his bill, prompting Jefferson to pull out his phone, on somewhat wobbly hands, holding it close to his face to see the screen and make the call.
“Yep, we are done here, babe.”
Chapter Two
A mere fifteen minutes later, Raylyn’s blonde locks could be seen moving through the crowded bar, which had ended up more alive than when they’d arrived, just to be greeted with four very wide smiles as she reached the table.
“Hi, are you guys alright? You all look like you’re part of a Colgate commercial, and you’re freaking me out. Stop with the weirdness.”
That didn’t do anything, until Jefferson burped, excused himself and let her know he’d told them of how much she hated his inside meat frying, her love for chocolate, and that he was totally fine with the amount of candy stored in the house at the moment.
“Oh, you told them, didn’t you? That beer is like truth serum. It has magical powers over you guys.”
“Only if you… hold on…” A long burp escaped Bryce’s lips as well, before he leaned back and downed his fifth, no sixth, glass of golden liquid. “Only if you have these many.” Without taking his forehead away from resting in his hand he held up his other hand, counting each finger until he reached five, then held out his pinky on the other. Counting it to, yeah, six beers.
“Wayne, please stop touching my belly. I know you’re a paramedic and all, but I’m not really comfortable with other people touching me.”
“Only his hands then? Am I right?” He pointed a long finger over at Jefferson, smiling with delight in the corner of the booth.
“You bet your ass I touch her. Like this.” Jefferson held up two unsteady hands mimicking grabbing Raylyn’s breasts, squeezing them midair.
“Alright, gentlemen. Who am I driving home tonight? I need to go home and throw up and eat some more chocolate so it’s time to start moving.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“Well, that’s a surprise.” She answered her husband with a smile, who yet again formed his hands into groping mode in the air in front of him.
“I’d like a ride too, if it’s not too much to ask? And, I’m not going to bother asking Bryce, but he’s coming with us too.” Brody pulled out his wallet, putting down a few bills on the table, before he stood to let Jefferson slide out slowly, grinning at his wife tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Bryce, do you need me to carry you out to Raylyn’s car?” Wayne elbowed his seat mate, and got a finger back in his face.
“I take that as a no. He’s all yours, Rayray.” As soon as Wayne had scooted out Bryce looked up and smiled at Raylyn, buttoning her coat for the coming cold air meeting them outside.
“You’re so pretty, Raylyn. I wish you were pregnant with my baby. Did you know Claire dumped me? After three
“How’s that leg of yours doing, ma’am?” Wayne leaned out from the seat, touching the woman’s knee. “Pretty bad fall you took there last week. Knee alright?”
A hot wave flashed over the woman’s cheeks and she fanned her face vigorously with her hand.
“Oh, I’ll be alright dear. You take care now, and don’t let Bryce over there fall under the table, or I’ll tell his mother. But if so, at least we have you here Wayne, an EMT and all. And you, Brody. Thank God for you,” She brushed her hand lightly over Brody’s shoulder, grabbed the cane, and wobbled slowly over to the end of the bar where a bachelorette party was slowly forming.
“When are you leaving, Brody?” Wayne asked.
“Why? You need to get laid right now?”
“Maybe.”
“Can you at least let me finish my beer and for the love of god, you better make sure she’s not wasted.”
A few minutes passed by, fingers groped around in the nachos some more, beers were emptied and refilled, then refilled once again, and again. Finally Brody motioned for his bill, prompting Jefferson to pull out his phone, on somewhat wobbly hands, holding it close to his face to see the screen and make the call.
“Yep, we are done here, babe.”
Chapter Two
A mere fifteen minutes later, Raylyn’s blonde locks could be seen moving through the crowded bar, which had ended up more alive than when they’d arrived, just to be greeted with four very wide smiles as she reached the table.
“Hi, are you guys alright? You all look like you’re part of a Colgate commercial, and you’re freaking me out. Stop with the weirdness.”
That didn’t do anything, until Jefferson burped, excused himself and let her know he’d told them of how much she hated his inside meat frying, her love for chocolate, and that he was totally fine with the amount of candy stored in the house at the moment.
“Oh, you told them, didn’t you? That beer is like truth serum. It has magical powers over you guys.”
“Only if you… hold on…” A long burp escaped Bryce’s lips as well, before he leaned back and downed his fifth, no sixth, glass of golden liquid. “Only if you have these many.” Without taking his forehead away from resting in his hand he held up his other hand, counting each finger until he reached five, then held out his pinky on the other. Counting it to, yeah, six beers.
“Wayne, please stop touching my belly. I know you’re a paramedic and all, but I’m not really comfortable with other people touching me.”
“Only his hands then? Am I right?” He pointed a long finger over at Jefferson, smiling with delight in the corner of the booth.
“You bet your ass I touch her. Like this.” Jefferson held up two unsteady hands mimicking grabbing Raylyn’s breasts, squeezing them midair.
“Alright, gentlemen. Who am I driving home tonight? I need to go home and throw up and eat some more chocolate so it’s time to start moving.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“Well, that’s a surprise.” She answered her husband with a smile, who yet again formed his hands into groping mode in the air in front of him.
“I’d like a ride too, if it’s not too much to ask? And, I’m not going to bother asking Bryce, but he’s coming with us too.” Brody pulled out his wallet, putting down a few bills on the table, before he stood to let Jefferson slide out slowly, grinning at his wife tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Bryce, do you need me to carry you out to Raylyn’s car?” Wayne elbowed his seat mate, and got a finger back in his face.
“I take that as a no. He’s all yours, Rayray.” As soon as Wayne had scooted out Bryce looked up and smiled at Raylyn, buttoning her coat for the coming cold air meeting them outside.
“You’re so pretty, Raylyn. I wish you were pregnant with my baby. Did you know Claire dumped me? After three
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