At the Bar

Stephanie laughs with the other women from work, as the drinks start to kick in. She looks around the place and likes it. It’s not too big, it’s not too small, there’s a decent sized dance floor, the music is loud but not TOO loud - “Yeah,” she thinks, “not a bad little place here.” As she starts to turn back to the group, her blue eyes stop at a table of three good looking black men. She stares for a moment, then turns back to her friends.

After about 20 minutes, she realizes she has been looking at one of the guys from the other table a lot. She says to herself, “OK, been awhile since I picked a guy up in a bar, but to hell with it, here goes nothing,” and excuses herself from the table, pretending that she has to go to the bathroom. She walks towards the restrooms but looks at the table with the guys, hoping the tall muscular one with the bald head and beautiful mouth gets up, not really thinking of anything else to do except to wait for him to come toward her. He doesn’t get up though, and she quietly says “Shit!” and meets back up with her friends.

Luckily for her, after another 20 minutes the DJ starts playing an upbeat dance song. Some of her friends clap and cheer when it comes on, and a few of the ladies get up and move to the dance floor. Stephanie thinks, “Aha! Now’s my chance!” She goes to join them but walks past the table with the guys and, boldly grabbing the one guy’s hand, pulls him with her out onto the floor.