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It was just another Thursday night at the bar with a few friends from work. Several of us had gathered to celebrate the final results of an inspection that had been going on for the last two weeks. Things had gone very well overall, a few minor issues that the inspection team had not categorised as discrepancies showed the months of preparation had paid off in spades. As the night wore on, most of the party peeled off as spouses and significant others grew tired or had to work the next day. As the solo single in the group I bid goodnight to the last pair and moved from the large, and now lonely, booth to an open spot at the bar. I worked a compressed schedule and had three-day weekends every other week, this made for a pleasant opportunity to take care of things on a Friday that most others had to take time off work to do.
The entire bar was beginning to empty as 1AM approached. I nursed my third beer of the night, not being a heavy drinker at the worst of times and still having to drive home, I had no desire to catch a drink driving charge. A late party of several couples came in and settled in at a large table in the back of the room. They were dressed for a night on the town and had apparently already made a good start on the drink. I did not recognize any of the party and guessed they were visiting the small high desert town for a wedding or something. In a western Nevada county almost the size of Connecticut, with a population of less than 5,000, you tend to know or at least recognize most of the residents.
There not being much to watch on the TV's in the bar and no one on either side of my bar stool to talk to I started paying attention to the new group. Most of the men were older than the women, in the appearing to be 40's and older. The women looked like they ranged from the late teens to late twenties, all were well and expensively dressed in short dresses or skirts. Not one of them was under an 8 on the looks scale. A few of the men had broken off to play at darts on the electronic soft board and do what men do. I watched the two groups as the men drank and generally succeeded in hitting everything but the dart board while the women chatted and drank at the table. One of the women, a pretty little blond with nice full tits in a short white skirt, ivory top, and knee length white stiletto boots on long legs glanced over at me several times as I watched the little entertainment. Her partner was one of the more boisterous and drunken of the party. She had seemed like the more sober of all on arrival but was working on a third long island ice tea as we watched each other.
After some time the women of the party had seemed to have enough of the men's drunken debauchery and the blond came over to the bar and leaned up a seat over from me waiting for the bartender. She asked if there was a cab service one the bartender arrived. The bartender told her that he would call but it would likely take two cars to get everyone to home or the hotel. She requested the cabs and strode back to the booth, a single glance over her shoulder at me as I watched her ass sway in the tight short skirt.
A short time later the cab arrived, resulting in a brief discussion in the group as to who was staying to wait for the second car. The blond in white and her partner agreed that they would wait as he wanted to have 'one for the road'. Following good bye's to the group, the blond and her partner moved over to the bar and sat down next to me at the end, the girl next to me, her partner using the circular server station rail at the end of the bar to lean against. The blond glanced over at me and I made my introductions.
"Good evening, I'm Thomas." I said raising my glass to them.
"Hello, Thomas. I'm Sarah and that drunk is my husband Kevin." replied the blond in a mild English accent as she glanced over a the drunk bloke.
"Pleased to meet you. If I may, and you don't mind, what brings you to our little community?" I asked her.
"What makes you think we don't live here?" she replied.
"Well, outside the accent, the fancy dress and the sparse population of the county, absolutely nothing." I quipped.
"Ha, well spotted. No, we are in for wedding this weekend and then the week on holiday. We decided that if we were coming to the Colonies we might as well see the area while here." She said as she glanced over at her husband who was making a considerable effort to stay upright. "Although, I think he will only be seeing the inside of the rental flat tomorrow.
"Yes, he seems to have had a share and then some tonight." I said, wondering if the man was going to pass-out, puke, fall over, or all three at once.
The bar phone rang and after ending the call the bartender came over and told Sarah the cab was on it's way, but it was going to be delayed and likely not be here for at least 45 minutes.
"Well, I guess we don't have much option but to wait." she said.
The bartender agreed but asked that she take her husband to a booth so if he passed out he would not fall and injure himself.
Sarah looked over at me, nodding to her drunk husband "Thomas, may I impose a request, sir?"
