Hell yes, a free drink is always worth a wait

The pair of you take your drinks and finding a couple of seats, sit and chat, discussing the important things such as how hot the guy who just walked in is, or whether you have any chance of marrying Brad Pitt.

Halfway through your argument on whose bed squeaks the most at home, two more bottles appear in the middle of the table, and looking up see that Andy has kept good to his promise and brought you both a drink.

“Thanks” you both say in unison, and shifting over on your seat, pat it offering him the free space. He places his own drink down on the table and takes up your offer, easing down next to you in the space you have made, more than happy that it isn’t quite big enough that he can avoid any contact between with your smooth leg.

“We was just trying to decide whose bed squeaks the most,” Lucy continues with the previous conversation to your horror. “You should come round some time and help us decide,” she adds taking no notice of being kicked under the table.

“Would I get to test both beds out?” he laughs as you almost **** on your drink that you had just put to your lips to avoid being drawn into the whole issue of squeaking bed springs.

“Maybe, depends if Dani wanted to share” Lucy says as she looks straight at you, loving the look on your face as it turns a brighter shade of red.

“Anyway, it’s not the springs that make the noise, it’s how the bed is used that matters” you eventually join in with the innuendo. As the three of you continue the argument you are thrilled to feel a hand suddenly rub over your leg, and it’s not Lucy’s.

“Well, unfortunately I do have to get back to work in a few minutes, and I need to pay a quick visit” Andy says, giving your leg a soft squeeze on your thigh where it has been sitting for the past couple of minutes. With that he begins to shuffle out of the seat to go.