Hurricanes to go

"Hurricanes!" squeals Steph, bouncing in excitement. You smile and shrug at the bartender who touches your hand again before moving away to make the drinks. When he hands them to you he touches your hand again, smiling at you.

"I'm off in an hour," he says softly, then raising his voice to include all of your friends he recommends a number of bars further down Bourbon Street, then looks at you again. "Maybe I'll try to find you later, darlin'." He slips a note into your hand and smiles at you appraisingly. A quick glance shows you a phone number and you smile and tuck it into your purse, taking a sip of your sweet Hurricane and winking at him before following your friends into the street.

The four of you join the happy milling throng wandering and partying in the street. Giggling and sipping your drinks, your eyes are wide with excited happiness, watching the huge outdoor party. You see some beads flung from a balcony into sea of reaching hands, and hear a burst of female squealing and laughing. Getting closer you see a group of young woman grabbing beads thrown from a balcony by a bunch of young men. As you watch you see one of them pull up her top to show off a pert set of breasts capped by rosy pink nipples. There is a cheer of approval from the balcony and another rain of beads comes down to be seized by the partying girls.