10 minutes later, they finally arrived in front of a nice hole-in-the-wall bar called, "The Fan", a local establishment that just felt like home for some people-like, say, a guy with something to hide that prefers to be a wallflower. Sure, he would talk to people when he had enough liquid courage, including women, but he never seemed to get lucky and meet someone he could actually tell his fantasies to.
Once inside, they made it a point to get a booth- a smart decision, lest they wind up fumigating the entire bar. Heads turned when she entered, with some guys clearly showing shock at seeing the two together and other getting cursed out or slapped by their own girl friends for looking at Clover for a bit too long. After a few minutes, a server came around to ask what they would like, and Danny, being the gentleman/ genius he is, asked for a plate of the nachos with smothered in refried beans and melted cheese along with a pitcher of beer to share between the both of them.
Selfish? Sure, but could you blame him??
Ten minutes later, their server arrived with two large pitchers of the local brew and a giant, heaping plate of nachos, topped with refried beans, guacamole, pico de gallo, and of course, LOTS of Sour Cream and extra shredded cheese. Danny knew exactly what he was doing, taking some of the nachos and realizing that all he could taste was Clover's ass anytime he took a bite. He still ate anyway, though he wasn't putting it away like Clover. It made sense, considering she said she enjoys staying fit; she had to replace those calories somehow. As far as the dairy goes, her lactose intolerance didn't stop her before, and it sure wasn't going to now.
"Hey, Danny, aren't you hungry?," she asked after washing some of her nachos down with some ice cold beer, "I mean, you can't just expect little old ME to finish this by myself, can you?"
Danny didn't realize it at first, but Clover had already demolished half the plate, much to his amazement. He started to eat along with her, the slightest hint of Clover's ass flirting with his tongue every time he tried to take a bite. Naturally, this just made him hungrier. It also made him hornier because all he wanted to do was taste a wet fart straight from Clover's source.
About an hour and a half later, inbetween bouts of conversation, Clover and Danny finished the nachos and chugged every single last drop of their beer. He paid for the check and they started heading towards the car when Clover leaned over onto Danny's shoulder and slurred, "Hic! Hey, Mr. Danny Danielson, tonight was SOOO nice!" Danny had to chuckle at the situation, with a beautiful, gassy woman who seemed to enjoy his company.
"Yeah, it was. I almost wish it didn't have to end," said Danny with a solemn sigh.
"Ah meeeeeeeean, it doesn't HAFTA end. You should come over and see my apartment!," she said cheerfully. "I mean, it IS Friday evening, and we get weekends off, and I know we can think of something to do-"
BLORT!!
A short, juicy fart came out, but instead of being embarrassed, she started laughing.
