To the bar

“Your round” Lucy says stabbing you in the ribs, “I paid for the cab.” With that the pair of you head off towards the downstairs bar, already noticing a few guys watching as you ease through to your destination.

As you get nearer the bar, the crowd becomes more packed with people standing around watching the dance floor to one side, while others wait for friends to return with drinks on the other side.

As you squeeze through, a few stray hands brushed against Lucy and your ass, something they you are quite use too, and more importantly, quite enjoy. One stray hand even has the nerve to give your ass a little squeeze, and the hand’s owner is rewarded with a quick smile as you look back to see who it had been.

Finally you reach the bar, and with your usual directness, push between two guys and find a space against it. As always in this place, the service is terrible, and even after a few minutes of trying to grab the attention of someone serving, find yourself having little success.