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Foxy had mentioned to me about this cool bar that she and her friends had been going to.  She guaranteed it would be a lot of fun if I showed up.  I thought to myself, what the heck its Friday and its been a tough week, I'll go in for a bit and see what I think.  I pulled into the parking lot and found it packed.  “Wow this must be a happening place.”  I whirled my truck into the first parking spot available, making sure my side mirrors didnt take out the side of the Porche parked next to me.

Opening the door of my vehicle I was hit with a blast of sound coming from the building and as I walked across the lot to the front door, I was bombarded with an increase sound wave every time the front door opened.  “Hmm, this must be a happening place, or everyone is too deaf to know how bad it is.”

Opening the front door, my hair flew back as the sound wave was even greater.  The lights flashing and the music going, I could feel the stress of the week melting away.  Or perhaps it was a survival instinct to just get into the door. 

There was tons of people on the dance floor, doing a typical two step to “Boot Scoot Boogie” and a smile came across my face as I saw the denim shorts and boots.  “Goodness!” I said to myself, “If the guys look this good, the women must be killer.”

I felt like a running back for some NFL team, weaving my way between groups of people drinking, laughing and talking, dodging spilling beer and coping a couple of good feels, I made it to the bar.

Working my body between a couple engaged in a tight embrace, I waived at the bartender.  He nodded an acknowledgment to my request and held up one finger as he went to the register to ring up the latest bar tab for a couple who had been dancing so close for so long, they decided to move the party to a more private location.  I waited patiently, my eyes traveling around the room, checking out who was having a good time and the ladies who might be looking around the room, looking for the same thing as me.

“What can I get you,” said a voice, that pulled me out of my trance.

I turned back to the bar and said, “Jack and Coke.”

“You got it,” said the bartender and headed off to make my concoction. 

Watching the bartender walk down the bar, I noticed a couple of bar maids who were drop dead beautiful.  I know they are that attractive, because my heart sped up 20 points and the excess rush of blood that should have gone to my brain, but wound up at my other head.  I was broken out of my trance when the bartender came back with my drink.  “Want to run a tab?” he yelled. 

I shook my head in the affirmative and reached into my front pocket for my walled, pulling out my debit card.  “Tell me your name,” i yelled back as I handed over the plastic.

“Joe!” he yelled.

Reached out my hand I said, “Jake!  Nice to meet you!”

A smile crossed his face as he shook my hand and took the card.  Before he turned to head down the bar, “I'll be right back!”

I took a slug of my jack and coke and smiled as I realized there was a lot more Jack than coke.  “Oh, yeah, Joe's getting a good tip.”

Joe came back with my card and handed it back to me. “So tell me Joe, who are those two lovely ladies you're working with?”  “Oh,” he said, “the redhead is Brandy and the brunette is Stone.” 

“Thanks,” I said.  Joe smiled and headed back down the bar like greased lightening, looking for the next customer. I stood at the bar, sipping my drink, feeling the stress leaving my body.  I leaned with my back to the bar watching the crowd when I heard a disturbance down the bar.  Swinging my head to the right I could see those two lovely creatures I was watching earlier screaming at each other. 

Everyone in the bar went stone quiet and the DJ turned down the volume so he could hear as well.  I'm not really sure anyone could hear the exact words, except those lucky customers standing right in front of them.  Before I could make my way down closer, Brandy grabbed a beer from a guy in front of her and threw it at Stone.  Stone backed up instinctively, but she couldn't step out of the way quick enough to get the three quarters of the liquid.  Everyone let out a collective “ooooo” at the same time.  After the initial shock of the cold liquid hitting face, breasts and torso.  She calmly walked to the bar, picked up a towel began to dry her face.  With exaggerated movements she folded the towel, laid it on the bar, picked up the soda water spigot aimed it at Brandy and began to hose her down from head to toe.  A loud applause and “whoo hoo” went up throughout the bar. 

I reached down, picked up my glass, took a long drink, swallowed it slowly and smiled.  “Yep,” i said to myself, “Roxy was right.  I'm going to have a lot of fun here.”  I walked down the bar and placed a bottle in front of Stone.  I turned and went back to my drink.

Brandy 7…Stone 7

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