Going for drinks

Arron felt a little conspicuous at the sight of his reflection in the bar's mirror as the two of them walked in. Without Sarah to help him, he had gone to the closet and picked out a decent pair of jeans and a blue button top. It wasn't all that difficult to put on until he realized that there were buttons on the front of it and all it did was serve to bring attention to the pair of jugs he was lugging around and how their size actually prevented him from buttoning them up. The jeans themselves were tight across the hips and served to broadcast the shapely roundness of his ass for any to behold from behind. He supposed it looked decent enough and with a brief moment to touch up his make-up, deciding on a simple look, he grabbed his b...purse (he mentally kicked himself at reverting to calling it a bag and getting a few curious looks from Cynthia on that) before heading out.

He had arranged to meet up with Ryan at the bar, for no other purpose than just convenience and being practical about it (almost acting as a limit to the amount he could drink). As he pulled in, he noticed that there was a decent crowd of people there and more than a few guys of all ages. He looked at himself in the mirror again and questioned whether he should step out of the vehicle or just turn around and go home, he wasn't spotted, no one would...

"Hey Erin!" came a call and he sighed in frustration as he got out of the SUV and locked the door behind him. _Of Course... _Arron kept a small smile on his lips as he walked past quite a few guys who openly gawked and stared at him, various parts of him anyway, and tried to not let it get to him. If ever there was a time to feel like a piece of meat, this was it. Mentally, he apologized to every woman he had ever remotely leered at, though a leach he was not.

"Hey, sorry, got tangled up with traffic on the highway a bit," he said before he took a seat across from Ryan who merely nodded and motioned for the waitress to come over. "I'll have a Blue Moon, please."

After the girl left, he turned and looked around the place a bit. It was brightly lit and not remotely seedy but it still had a college-town vibe, one he was certain he would become somewhat familiar with once the school year picked up again in a few weeks. "Not bad, definitely reminds me of college."

Ryan laughed a bit and took a swig from his drink. "Well, good thing then that you got that job, right? Heard you got a promotion on the first day?"

"A small one, yes, but I did get it. How'd you find out?"

He shrugged. "A little birdie told me."

Arron laughed at that as the beer he ordered came. They made some more small talk as the wings he ordered ahead of time came and with that, they began to chat a bit more. He noticed that he was sipping his beer but Ryan was busy pounding them back. By the time he got through his first tall glass, his drinking partner had pounded his fourth back. He was sure Ryan was pissed at this point, the fact that he suddenly hit the table and started to snore told him enough.

"Jesus..." he muttered, trying to figure out how he would get the heavier and bigger man out of the bar and into a cab when the bar tender, having spotted his predicament, came across.

"Need some help, miss?"

Arron nodded in appreciation and within a few moments, the bartender managed to get Ryan awake enough to collect his keys (and gave it to him) and then helped the man stagger out into the waiting cab and sent him on his way home. Arron was about to get up and leave as well before he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Mind if I join you?"

He looked up at William for a moment, thought that it was still rather early, and nodded, sitting back down. "Please...the night's still young."