Help close the bar

"If you really want to help me," the blonde bartender says, "start stackin' some chairs while I restock the bar."

"Okay," you beam back at her.

She tells you you'll be right back. The two other men in the room are big and burly with arms so choked with tattoos, you're not sure you can make out any of their original skin. They see you stacking chairs and leave you to it with a nod, one grabbing a broom, the other collecting trash from around the bar.

Your bartendress returns filling up fridges and racks with new booze. She takes a half finished bottle down and gets two shot glasses. As you've finished putting up the chairs your join her at the bar?

"One of those for me?" you ask.

She fills them up and hands you a glass. "Bottom's up!" You both down your liquor and let out a simultaneous breath as you feel stress uncoil and your entire nervous system go for a coffee break.

She fills you up another shot.

"Marlene," she says. "I know, it's a name to cringe at. But Momma must had a good reason to hate me to go and call me Marlene."

"I don't know about that. I just met you and I don't hate you. In fact, it wouldn't be a stretch to say I like you," you reply.

"That a fact?" she returns the volley. "Well, I hope you don't think I'm that easy, Mr. Roommate."

"Oh, I didn't think you were easy," you apologize.

"It's okay. I am!" she laughs. "Just didn't want you thinkin' it." She winks at you before taking a big swig off the bottle and handing it to you. As you pull, she leans over the bar letting her cleavage surge forward.

She says, "So I know you got your roommate out there to look after, but I'd like to take care of you first. If you want, my room's just up the stairs over there. So how about it?"

You slug back the liquor in your mouth before wiping it clean. You can't believe what's happening. But as your Roxy is probably passed out in the car you feel you could make a go of it. Though, you're not sure if Marlene lets you into her bed that you'll want to leave. After all, it's late and you are so tired. Still, it'd be a hell of an opportunity to pass up.