Sarah had no idea where she was. She has given Jeff a blow job on the way to the bar that evening, and now that it really mattered, she had absolutely no idea where she was. She took one last, long look around and then walked back in the bar.
Taking a seat at the bar she began to consider the events of the last hour. What had started out as a great third date had disintegrated into be stranded at a bar on the other side of town. She resolved to have a couple of drinks, call a cab and cut her losses. Fuck him, she mulled.
After ordering another gin and tonic, she began to take stock of the bar for the first time. There were a couple of pools tables with a few guys playing, some general bar flies hanging and four guys that looked like locals discussing the merits of the designated hitter rule. All things considered it was a slow night for a Saturday. It was, also, not where she had expected to end up at 12:30 on a Saturday night.
It didn't take long before one of the local boys noticed her sitting alone nursing a drink and decided to make her acquaintance. He waited until her drink was low and had the bartender replace it with one he had bought. Then he went over and introduced himself.
"Hi, they call me Joe," he said and extended his hand. She glanced over at him and, after a brief pause, shook his hand, thanked him the drink and told him her name was Sarah. She thought he wasn't the most handsome of the bunch but obviously he had the most gumption. She had been right in thinking he was a local and was able to find out exactly where she was and quite a bit about the history of this watering hole. Apparently, it was quite famous. It even had a bullet hole in the wall where a gangster had been shot. Several rounds of drinks later, the other three guys wandered over and joined the conversation.
Introductions were made. Steve was the tall one wearing a Yankees jersey, Todd was short and stocky and balding and Bill was the best looking with longish, sun bleached, brownish blond hair. Tequila shots appeared on the bar and the guys all exchanged high fives when she downed her shot in one swig. Another round came up and she repeated her performance. She was enjoying the attention and was surprised that the evening was not going to be a total loss.
She had planned on taking her date home and screwing his brains out and had dressed with that in mind. Wearing a slinky lime green dress cut to mid thigh teamed with stocking, garters and six inch fuck me pumps, she was a pictured to behold and she knew it. Now she had the full attention of four guys and was drinking for free. It was a good night. The fact that she had no car, no ride home and really didn't know exactly where she was really didn't bother her. Hey, this is New York, she thought. Cabs run 24 and 7 here.
Between the gin and the tequila, she was beginning to feel a bit tipsy and excused herself to go the the restroom. When she stood up she faltered and put her hand on Steve's chest to steady herself. Steve took her arm and made sure she was able to stand before letting go. It took a few steps before she was totally steady on her heels but after that she headed off to the restroom.