It had been a long week so a few of us decided to go out together after work for a few drinks and appetizers. We always said that, but really we went out for the drinks. We had all worked together for a while at the store, a "big box" place that I better leave nameless, so we knew each other pretty well.
Jim was a fun guy, but really was more like a little brother to me. I knew he liked me, but I just didn't see him that way. It surprised me a little when he started flirting a bit with me, bought me a drink, commented "Is that a new blouse? Hadn't seen that before. Of course, hard to see anything under the vests we all have to wear."
I laughed and tossed back the drink. I have no problem taking the drink, or the flirt. But it wasn't going to go anywhere. There were six of us, so we were crammed in a booth in the noisy happy hour bar. Enough light to see, but I wouldn't call it bright by any stretch. A couple rounds in we did decide to order some food. Maybe just as an excuse for a couple more drinks, but it meant we would stick around a while.
I texted my boyfriend that it would be a while and he suggested we just meet up tomorrow to start off the weekend. That was fine by me. Eric was a nice guy. Really nice. Maybe too nice. I did really like him, especially coming off a relationship where I had been jerked around far too much for far too long. But, while he was sweet, it was very vanilla. I like vanilla, but there are times you want a little sriracha, if you know what I mean. Oh, well, I'd just focus on having some fun with the gang tonight.
There was Jim, little brother that he was. Sarah, the newest here, a quiet one who did laugh at all our jokes. You could also count on here to stay a little longer if needed, help with a line. Nice. Bob was in logistics. Basically if you needed anything moved, he was your guy. Nice arms, piercing eyes. Kept to himself, but had a nice vibe about him. Confident, not cocky. The other two, Billy and Deb were a couple. Not originally, but they had met at the store. After a few drinks they could be counted on for some "kissy face" and some language best suited for junior high. "Uv-oo bear..." A little went a long way.
I took the bullet for the team and sat on the side with our love birds. Bob, Jim and Sarah on the other side. Jim got up and brought back a pitcher and poured some in all our glasses "This one is on me. I'm feeling magna..., magni... Hell, I'm feeling generous." We chuckled at his search for the 50 cent word and settlement on the dime term. And we gave him a toast.
"Cheers, Jim and thanks!" We hoisted our glasses to him.
About that same time I felt a shoe slide up my leg. Not a random touch or kick, but a deliberate move up my calf. I looked across at Bob, but he was looking down at Sarah at the end. I knew Jim couldn't reach me. So that was how he was going to play. I didn't show any reaction as the foot went up and down again. Nor did Bob.
The food came and so did a couple more drinks. Definitely satisfied one appetite, but seemed to be kindling another. Billy and Deb were already getting a little 'handsy'. I noticed his arm around her and hers was under a napkin on his lap. That little vixen was getting a handful - I saw the napkin rise and fall a bit. Guess there was a bit of wild child in them after all.
Jimmy started telling some jokes. I had heard them before, so I zoned out a little. Sarah found them a bit funny and kept Jimmy going for a bit. Bob seemed interested and was leaning in to listen. It was one of his better jokes - a bit long, but cute.
"So this old drunk is in this bar. And he sees this guy come in. Real slick guy. Always leaves with a lady. Never fails!" Jimmy took a sip and continued. "The bar was empty, so the old drunk goes over to ask how he does it. The slick guy looks around, sees that they are alone and decides to tell him the secret." By now, Sarah and even Bob are interested in the story.
Jimmy continued. "You see, I find a potential partner at the bar and I walk behind her. When I get near I say 'tickle your ass with a feather' and take a step. If she hears me and is not interested, she turns around and slaps me and I move along. If she did hear me and wants more, she turns and smiles. I pay the tab and we are off."
Sarah giggled but Jimmy held up a finger. "But, If she didn't hear me and turns and says 'what?', I say 'Particularly nasty weather.' We strike up a conversation and I am about 50/50 in that case."
I decided that two could play the under the table game. Three if you counted Deb rubbing away under the napkin. I stretched my foot out and lightly moved up Bobs' leg. It did feel as muscular as his arms. He didn't even turn as Jimmy went on with his joke.
"So the old drunk goes back and sits down. The place fills up and after a few drinks he sees a possible target to try his new skill on. He gets up and heads to the bar behind her." We are all listening now. Leaning in since our own bar has gotten full and a little loud. Even Billy and Deb seemed to be listening.
Jimmy looks around and heads for the finish "He gets behind her and shouts out 'Shove a feather up your ass!". The lady turns and says 'WHAT!' And the old drunk says 'Rainin' like hell, ain't it?'". Jimmy slapped the table, clearly enjoying his own joke. Sarah found it quite funny and Billy and Deb even chuckled. Bob and I both made a polite laugh and raised our glass to the storyteller. But we had other things on our minds. -O-
Bob decided to join his coworkers for a drink, it had been a long week. Work wasn't bad, but he was just coming off a bad break up of a six year relationship. Probably for the best, she was bat shit crazy. But the sex had been good. Very good. He just needed a little break and other people. Sarah, Jim, Deb, Billy and Kelly were people, so why not hang with them for a while.
The bar was a little crowded and noisy, so it was good to distract him a bit. Jim was starting to tell jokes and the others were listening Except maybe Kelly. She looked a little like she was off in another place. He had seen her text, probably her boyfriend. They had talked a bit and she had commented on a "nice guy" she was seeing. She was by far the best looking of the group. Sarah was okay, but not really his type. Deb had Billy, and was a little too girly for him. Although if Bill wanted to share, he wouldn't turn down a threesome.
After a couple of jokes and a couple of drinks, Bob decided to have a little fun. He stretched his foot out and rubbed up and down on Kelly's leg, all while looking at Jim and listening to his joke "Particularly Nasty Weather....". Ha, ha. What was the worst that could happen? A kick in the nuts if she wasn't interested? He'd been hit there before. It would be the most action his balls had seen in a while.
To his surprise, he got no reaction from Kelly. He watched out of the corner of his eye, but she was cool. A few sips on her beer and that was about it. But then he felt a foot on his leg. Hmmm. this might have potential.
-O-
The night wore on, Jimmy had a few more jokes, everyone had a few more drinks. Except Bob. Kelly noticed that Bob had started nursing his beer over the last couple rounds. And he'd switched to a soda. Guess he was going to be the designated driver. Although she lived close enough to walk and she thought Deb and Billy did as well. Jim and Sarah were a ways away, but there was always Uber.
