Wednesday Night at the bar

A new tradition that had started this year was a Wednesday Night happy hour at the bar on campus. Students would pile in late afternoon and stay for as long as they could handle themselves before having to get up bright and early the next day for classes.

Tonight, Mark was making his way inside with his friends Daniel and Maple, a short busty blonde with plenty of sex appeal. Winter had some last minute finishes she had to work on with a history assignment, because of that, she told Mark that she’d come meet them out later on.

As the three of them headed towards the bar, Maple was in the middle of a conversation about the guy she had met from the city, the previous weekend.

“You just have no idea how weird the night got,” she explained to them, “How can he just go from getting a blowjob to wanting me to pee on him.”

“Well did you do it?” Daniel asked out of curiosity.

“Eww no. I’ll never understand how that can be a turn-on for him,” she told them. By the look of Daniel’s face, maybe he wouldn’t mind having a girl like Maple urinate on him. Mark on the other hand was as confused as Maple.

“At least he asked you to do it, not the other way round,” Daniel told her as they opened up the front door of the bar.

Walking in, they realised just how packed it was inside, one of the more busier Wednesday nights that they’ve had here. “I’ve got to find Eliza so I’ll see you guys a bit later on,” Maple told the guys, saying goodbye to them.

With Maple gone, Mark offered to get a couple of beers for the two of them. Getting to the front of the bar, Mark had a chat with a familiar girl that was standing waiting for her cocktail.