It's Pub Night!

After getting the address of the pub, you ended up deciding to walk again instead of driving since Sabrina and Gemma weren’t going to wear heels and the place was only a few blocks away. Suburban blocks, so it was still a good ten minutes, but closer than the dance club had been.

Sabrina had decided to keep wearing your shirt tied up like a crop top but had swapped out the yoga pants for khaki capris and running shoes, while Gemma had changed into jeans and boots that highlighted her legs and paired it with a shimmery white tank top that covered most of her cleavage and focused your attention up to her smile. The girls had also quickly braided each other’s hair, giving them almost matching looks.

Paul, Brent and Edgar walked with you, while Ollie decided to drive with Corey and Victoria. The walk itself was fun, with the guys bantering and making sure to include you and the girls as bets were laid on whether Edgar’s local girl would show up or not. Walking up to the pub building it was about a block away from the main shops and was at the end of a string of three storefronts that were kind of small-town picturesque. It had fancy-looking pot lights out front clearly illuminating the space, and tall stained glass windows with an oak double door at the leading corner of the building.

Inside, the pub had one main bar along one wall currently manned by a trio of bartenders, one big guy with lots of silver in his hair and two college-age female bartenders, and a couple of waitresses walking around as well. There were tall tables over in an area that was clearly focused on sports viewing with a big projector screen hanging from the ceiling, though instead of sports at the moment the small stage in front of it was occupied by what looked like a couple setting up a drum kit and speakers. There were also normal-height tables and booths throughout the rest of the room. The place was maybe two-thirds full, but not in the crowded way that everything else had been in the town for the holiday weekend. There was room to walk between the tables and the noise of the conversations going on wasn’t deafening in the enclosed space.

You all headed for the back area and found that the empty booths would fit five, so you and the girls split from the guys so that you could claim two booths.

A waitress came over and you ordered a pitcher of water and a pitcher of a local craft beer to share, and she nodded and bounced away to fetch it. Soon the three of you were drinking and talking over the edge of the booths with the guys, and not long after that Corey, Victoria and Ollie walked in, with Ollie joining the boys and the couple joining you.

The band, with the female playing the drums and singing and the male playing guitar and crooning harmonies, kicked off a little too loud but soon got themselves dialled in and they were pretty good. Some more people filtered in a swell, and soon the place was hopping. Corey and Victoria went to find seats closer to the music, and Ollie and the boys went with them since that was where it looked like the largest concentration of ladies around your age were.

“OK,” Gemma said once the three of you were alone in your booth and the guys’ booth had been taken over by another group. “So. Boundary talk?”

Sabrina nodded, leaning forward after putting down her beer, and you agreed.

“Who wants to go first?” you asked.

“You should, baby,” Sabrina said, rubbing your forearm. “We set the terms for all this early on, I think it’s fair that you set the baseline in this conversation.”

You nodded and collected yourself. You hadn’t exactly had the time to really sit and ruminate on the whole thing by yourself, but you knew how you felt and had a feeling things would solidify as you started saying them out loud.

“OK,” you said. “So-”

“I recognize those earrings, and that handsome jawline,” said a woman as she approached from off to the right of the booth. She’d come through a Staff Only door that hadn’t been used since you’d sat down, and as you looked over you saw it was the gorgeous woman from the hippy store.

“Hi,” Gemma said, turning to see the woman was talking about her chain earrings.

“Hey, honey,” the woman said. “They look great on you.”

“Thank you,” Gemma said. “I really like them so far.”

“And you, young man,” the woman said. “I hope you’ve taken my words to heart.”

“What words?” Sabrina asked, a slightly confused smile on her lips.

“Actually,” you said. “Um- OK. So, when you girls were picking out your jewellery at the store, we had a bit of a discussion about polyamory because- I’m sorry, I don’t think we even traded names.”

“Mallory,” the older woman said with a smile.

“Mallory offered me some advice because she recognized we were polyamorous and she went through a part of her life like that,” you finished. “Mallory, I’m John, and these are my amazing girlfriends Gemma and Sabrina.”

The girls said hello, and offered their hands, which Mallory shook. You ended up shaking her hand as well.

“And on your question Mallory, we were actually about to have a discussion and with you here I was sort of wondering if you’d listen in and maybe give us your thoughts as a… I don’t know, an impartial, third party, temporary mentor figure?”

“Oh,” Mallory said, raising her eyebrows slightly but still smiling. “Well, if you ladies are OK with it?”

Gemma smiled, raising an eyebrow towards me, but nodded. “If John thinks it’s a good idea, I trust him completely.”

“I’m in,” Sabrina said. “Though before we start talking about intimate details I’d like to know a little more about you.”

We shuffled a bit to make more room for Mallory to slip into the booth. “Well, that’s pretty easy to do from here,” Mallory said. “And understandable. I was polyamorous from the age of about seventeen until I was twenty-seven, so a decade, and was in two different relationships at that time - we didn’t have lingo like you do now like ‘poly pods’ and such. We were just kids who thought monogamy was bunk and liked to fuck. Then I got pregnant, ended the polyamory and settled down with Georgy, the father of my daughter for the past 18 years. He’s over there behind the bar; we own the place and it’ll be our retirement hobby when he sells his car dealership.”

That revelation spurred a series of compliments from you and the girls on the place, and she waved them off. “Any other questions about me before we get to your conversation?” Mallory asked.

“What’s your skincare routine?” Gemma asked, half-teasing. “Because if I look half as good as you when I’m your age I’ll be stupidly happy.”

That brought a laugh from Mallory, and she started rattling off products she used and procedures she’d had done.

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