Stay put. You didn’t come on this trip expecting any action.

Another drink is definitely needed after the pixie sighting. Hell, you?re not even sure if it?s man or woman. And the redhead seemed a bit suspicious with the way she was acting. Nice to look at but you?re convinced she?s probably neurotic. No, a nice relaxing evening, maybe a ball game on the television? that?s the kind of pace you?ll need tonight in order to make it through tomorrow?s activities.

The bar tender is a trim gal with short blonde hair that curls upwards at the tips. She reminds you of a mix between Donna Reed and the St. Paulie girl. She seems to enjoy her job a lot as the smile on her face rarely ever fades. She busies herself with her tasks and you finally manage to get some of her time when she comes back to give you a refill.

?You worked here long? I ask, ?cuz you seem to really like it,? I start the conversation.

?Five years now. I love bartending,? she says leaning forward against the bar. You have to try hard not to look at the cleavage now on display. ?You are an odd one. Beautiful girl making eyes at you over there and all you can do is watch me work.?

?Maybe because I simply prefer to watch you work,? I risk a compliment. ?Besides, I?ve never been one for the easy choice,? I say, nodding my head quickly in the redhead?s direction. ?So what?s the pixie?s story??

?She says she went to a costume party that turned out to be more of an ?undressing? party, if you catch my drift. She?s stuck here until she can work up enough bravery to get back up to the room to fetch her backpack.?

?Does she need someone to help?? I hesitantly volunteer.

?Nah. I said the same thing and she seemed to need the time to cool off. So the name?s Stacy,? the perky woman changed the subject. ?You here for a convention??

You tell her your name and continue, ?Work related, yeah. Wasn?t quite ready to head up to the room for an evening of nothing else, just yet.?

?I get off in thirty. Want to take me to dinner?? Stacy asked with a sultry smile.