Tyler knows a place they can go

Jake put a hand on Abbie's shoulder. She turned to look up at him, a smile on her face and a glimmer in her eye.

"Yes?"

Jake laughed. "I don't know. I --"

"You're wondering what happens next, aren't you?" asked Abbie.

Jake nodded. "Yes. But probably best not to talk about it, right?"

"Probably."

Chris cleared his throat. "I don't mean to be presumptuous, but ..."

"But what, Chris?" said Abbie, swinging around on her barstool to look at him. She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back behind her ears. She put her hands on his chest and lifted her head.

"I guess I'll just ask. Did you want me to stick around?" Chris said.

Jake chuckled. "It's all in the phrasing, Chris," he muttered under his breath, knowing how Abbie would reply.

Abbie looked over her shoulder and smirked at Jake, then turned back to Chris. "Yes, I'd love it if you stuck around." She slowly dragged her hand down his chest and toward his abdomen, her eyes focused on his the whole time. "Unless you have somewhere else you ought to be?"

Chris took a deep breath. "Honestly, I don't even know anymore. But at this point, I think I have to see how this chapter turns out."

Abbie smiled and patted Chris's chest with her other hand. "Great!" She swung back around to look at Jake. "I only realize now that Tyler might think we're going back to our room or something."

Jake sighed. "I gotta be honest, I was so distracted by the hot redhead in the bar that I didn't think about logistics."

"There's a hot redhead in the bar?" Abbie asked sincerely before quickly realizing what he meant. "Oh. Jake! Come on! Here I thought maybe there was someone I should be checking out!"

"Well, you've put a lot of attention on the bartender. Maybe you could, I don't know ... check out your date a little bit?"

Abbie smiled and nudged forward on her stool to get closer to Jake. "I'll check you out anytime you want me to, Jake." She rubbed her leg against his. Instantly, she felt his body shudder. She looked up to see him blushing, his hands moving down to his crotch. "Don't get shy now, Jake." Abbie continued to slowly grind her knee and lower thigh against him, trying to feel his dick through his pants.

"Christ, Abbie," said Jake. "I could fuck you right here in the bar, if you'd let me."

Abbie smiled. "What makes you think I wouldn't let you?"

Before Jake could reply again, Tyler re-appeared at the bar. He seemed a little distracted and slightly out of breath. "Okay, so ... as I was cleaning up and settling up tabs and all that, I suddenly realized that, like, I basically invited myself to party with you guys, and I have no idea if you're even into it, or what you think is happening. Then I saw that you all are still here, so maybe it's all cool -- but then I thought that maybe you have a completely different picture of what's going on, so maybe it's not -- but then I thought that you all seemed pretty chill, and Abbie here is a fucking sexy-ass flirt right in front of her boyfriend, or whoever you two are, so maybe it's actually fine -- and then I realize that you all are staying in the hotel and I live ten miles away, so I might be the idiot here who has to drive home while you all just take the elevator to wherever, and that by this time tomorrow, all you'll know is some weirdo bartender rambled at you like a lunatic, and ... and now you're laughing at me."

Tyler nodded at Abbie as he slowed down and stopped talking.

"Yup, you're laughing."

Abbie was giggling loudly. "That was a beautiful speech, Tyler. Honest. I do some amateur theater back home, and we don't have any actors who can deliver monologues like that."

Tyler chuckled. "Okay, I got kinda wound up."

"But you're not wrong," said Abbie. "We are still here."

"You are."

"So at the very least, we're here to watch that monologue." Abbie smiled at him again.

Tyler rolled his eyes, exasperated with himself. "Honest, I'm usually more chill. Even in situations like this."

"You've been in situations like this?" asked Jake.

"Um ..." Tyler stammered. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I never flirted with customers before."

"And then invited them to go out with you?" asked Abbie.

Tyler thought about it. "Didn't you invite me?"

"Technically, I think you invited yourself," said Chris. "But I'm just watching. I don't know anything."

"Technically," Tyler said, repeating Chris's vocabulary, "I'm not supposed to go to guest rooms."

"Ah, so when you invited yourself to join me, you didn't really mean it?" Abbie said.

"Not exactly," said Tyler. "I hadn't thought it through. But ... what I can do is invite you to a kind of out-of-the-way place I know about."

Abbie looked at Jake, then at Chris, then back at Tyler. "I get to bring my security detail, right?"

Tyler laughed. "Yeah, your two boyfriends can come along. Just a minute."

He walked down to the far end, exiting through a hinged segment of the bar, and circled back around. As he arrived back to where the others were, Jake stepped back to make space for Tyler in the group. Abbie slid off her barstool and stood next to Jake.

"How far away is it?" asked Abbie.

"Not far. Follow me."