Bev and I were waitresses at a hunting lodge. We dealt with all kinds of customers. But the 3 we often remember and talk about the most happened last year.
We knew this season was going to be the busiest we ever seen. The rooms were completely booked. We were run off our feet. Men were wanting everything that night. These 3 guys, Paul, Greg, and Tom, were tipping them back pretty good. The place was rocking.
Last call came and went. Bev and I were trying to clean up so we could call it a night. Those 3 guys were not leaving. We told them it was closing time. But they insisted we come to the cabin for one drink then they would leave. Ok what have we got to lose. So we agreed to meet them there in 30 minutes. They left.
One was very cute for an older guy. That was Paul. All night he kept say "Tami, you are having a good ass day!" And his friends would chuckle.
Anyways Bev and I cleaned, and locked up. Were we sure we wanted to go to cabin 10? What the hell, let's go. Bev's husband was out of town and me, single. So let's go have fun.
We knocked on the door. Greg opened it. Actually for the record, Greg and Tom were not too bad looking either. We went in.
Paul passed us each a beer. Not wanting to offend anyone i took it. Music was on, and the room was just relaxed. We sat talking, drinking. But the beer was getting to me quickly. I was getting giddy. As I am not a drinker.