You follow him to the bar

You and Mr. Walsh go to the bar and order a drink each. Even though you had a few over the duration of the evening. You think that one more couldn't hurt. The evening was going weirdly enough. Mr. Walsh or Ted as he introduces himself is quite charming. You two talk for a while as he seems quite interested in who you are and what you do.

"Well Jane, Bill is a lucky man I must say."

"What do you mean?" Surprised you take a minute to catch onto what he is insinuating. "Oh, Bill and I are not like that." You wave your hands in disapproval.

Mr. Walsh chuckles. "And I mistook him for a lucky bastard." He says, in an almost philosophical way but then his mood lightens up and he smiles at you. A warm feeling spreads in your stomach. You continue the conversation starting to like his way of talking to you. He makes a lot of compliments, almost praising you. You don't know if its the **** or the things he says that make you blush. You have to admit he is trying to make an impression.

"If I was a few years younger I'd totally hit on you."

You take a sip from your drink, the warmth of the **** rushes to your head. "Why don't you?"

A wolfish grin appears for the fraction of a second on his seasoned features.

"What about you accompany me to my room? I have a special whiskey there, that is a waste to drink alone."

This isn't good you say to yourself but the attention from this experienced guy is quite... flattering.