Rush In Anyway

"Common, we came to bar hop, and the bar is right there. I didn't come this far to hide in the shadows!" I say, rushing to grab a bar seat. Sasha shakes her head, lets out a sigh before she follows me to the bar.

As I sit down at the bar, I feel the fabric of my tight mini skirt rise up some, exposing my ass as I sat down upon the barstool. I smile at the realization and look around the patrons present. After a conversation at the other end of the bar, I see the bartender come over and present with some drinks.

"We didn't order any drinks." I hear Sasha say, to which the bartender replies, "The gentleman at the end got them for both of you, with his compliments.", he says with a nod before leaving to help someone else.

They are in Martini glasses, and I wonder how much they might have cost, before quickly grabbing one up and starting to sip. I survey the other patrons along the bar rail, followed by checking out any other patrons present. About see a dozen tables, maybe slightly more, occupied with people, either alone or in groups. It has an oddly fruity flavor to it, and it felt hot as it made its way down my throat.

I turned to Sasha, and commented "See? Not too bad. We only got there a minute ago, and we have free drinks! how sweet is that", as I sip, I notice a second drink of the same vintage arrive for each of us. Sasha shrugged before saying, "True, thought question is who got us the free drinks."

"Who cares? They're free!", I say before taking another sip.

"That depends if you think he's cute, and what to go home with him. He may just be bidding his time, plying you wiith drinks, untill he run away with you and have your way with you.", Sasha stated dryly.

"Ok, I'd may havr the desire to know if he's cute. That said, I expect your concern that he's simply waiting his time till he can sweep us off our feet would account for every about every guy here, including the bartender, and many of the women here besides. I'm sure he'd show himself in due time."

"I guess. I just wanted to make the first move is all. I have left more quite a few bars and tried other locals if I didn't see a guy to my liking. It's what makes bar hopping much more enjoyable. Each night out, different bar, and different men. I can pick my choice, and maybe I can bring him home. Well, no harm I waiting to see so he, or she, is."

We both take a sip of our drink, quickly finished off our first drink, before grabbing the second and nursing on it. in what seemed like moments, a third drink replaced the first two. It was the same concoction, but the glass was four or five times larger than the first two. I spun around on my bar stool slowly, flashing the bar as I did so. More than a few pairs of eyes watched, and I wondered if one of them gave us the drinks.