Paying the Tab

When Maria had fought with her drunk boyfriend and he stormed out of the bar without paying the tab, she’d been left with two glaring bouncers, and annoyed bartender, and no way of paying. Not wanting to start any trouble by herself, Maria reluctantly agreed to the bartender’s proposed payment method. Apparently, the plumbing in the men’s bathrooms had gotten messed up and now they needed a replacement urinal.

Stripping her right there in the bar while several drunk patrons cheered, one of the bouncers then pulled her out to the alley by a side door where the other bouncer had already hung a makeshift “urinal” sign. By the time the bouncer had zip tied her to a nearby fence, a drunk and eager line had already formed. With a sigh, Maria resigned herself as the first two men stepped up and quickly relieved themselves of the beer they’d drunk, deliberately aiming at her face no matter how much she tried to duck.

Within minutes, her face, hair, and chest were drenched with urine and she knew that, with the bar set to keep pouring drinks for hours to come, her night was just getting started.