Reba and RaLain – Girl’s Night Out
The entire bar is riveted by the antics of the blond that is slurring her words as she argues with a barmaid, “What do you mean, too much to drink!” she shouts, “Is there ever too much to drink?”
The drunk empties the contents of her pouch onto the counter. She begins rummaging through the various coins. The older, gray-haired man eases away from the bar as the woman throws a coin at the barmaid, who catches it in mid air, “I have the money to pay, now fetch me a drink.”
The buxom waitress stuffs the coin in her ample bosom. RaLain chuckles as the server fills a mug with water, topping it off with a little ale. The drunk holds, the cup in two hands, as she takes a triumphant swig of water-downed ale. She looks up from her cup, puzzled. Her “husband” has slipped out the back of the Legends Bar.
My lips compress in irritation as a ruggedly handsome man sits down next to the inebriated woman. “Disgusting,” I grumble to RaLain. “The other guy has bought the drinks to pave the way.” I gesture at the broad-shouldered, brown-haired, man. “This guy is all lined up to get a cheap roll in the hay!”
“So?” RaLain asks. “What’s it to us? At least the lurker is good looking.”